Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 19 The night isn’t over yet

Doris looked down at her hand on the door handle and kept silent for a moment. She didn’t just hear that—

“Me?”

“Close the door. Since your lady has left, you stay here to serve.” William said simply.

Doris slowly turned to face him. Stay with him alone? For the whole night? Why would he want her to do that?

“Your majesty, I should go get Peter. I’m sure he would—“

“Are you defying me?” He frowned and sat up a little more.

“No! Of course not,” Doris said quickly.

“Then shut the door.”

Doris let out a low sigh and turned back to the door. Her nightmare was coming true, wasn’t it? How would she ever survive the night alone with him?

“I—I can wait out in the hallways, your majesty.” She offered, a bit of hope dangled inside her that he would let her leave. After all, he hated her. Didn’t he?

“Shouldn’t you be glad you’re here?” He snorted, she flinched at the sound. “Isn’t this what you wanted when you tried to tip Peter?”

Doris burned at his words, but stayed silent. She couldn’t tell him the real reason she was bribing Peter. She lowered her eyes to the ground and went to sit at the chair near his end table. She picked at her nails and tried not to focus on how close she was to his bed.

Her eyes shot to him when he sighed. “Candle.” He reminded her.

your majesty.” Doris leaned forward to blow out the

the chair and folded her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth

lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her.

mouth was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just as he said,

again? Doris wondered to herself. He’d just had a cup,

tried not to trip over herself in the

wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped

saw a bit of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so

really know how to earn a man’s heart, don’t you?” He said with a bite to his words, but Doris thought she heard something

he want

sign she’d felt their mate bond like he did. It didn’t seem like she felt it at all, perhaps if she did she wouldn’t be

to shut down his feelings, he had to let Waylon take over before he

instantly reached to undress her. She pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under him. Her dress tore down the front and left her

he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled silently. “I told you it

didn’t want to sleep with me?” He asked quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone, it wasn’t like him to sound sad

cry in front of him, she would not collapse. Doris lifted her

freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping for his attention or even an extra glance from him. They fought with each other over who would be his favorite as if they could

her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there

never in a

shocked from her response as if he fully believed

sleep with

threatened, though his

and glanced around the room. She picked up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and pointed