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.

majesty.” Doris leaned forward to blow out the candle on

lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as

mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked

deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too

 He’d just

trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him another

he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of

His eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top of her. He pressed her into

blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a man’s heart, don’t

want to punish

lowered his voice as his eyes raked her features for any 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 playing

to let Waylon

happily at his decision. The smell of his mate excited him, 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 almost bare in

her in shock when he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled

at himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone,

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

he wanted. Someone that gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth.

amnesty would be signed. But there was

in

sounded shocked from her response

to serve you, not sleep with

Prince William threatened, though his

up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and pointed it