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.

Doris leaned forward to blow

into darkness, she carefully seated herself back on the chair and folded her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been in the same room with

different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This was more unique to him, almost like a stormy morning and pine. It was

was deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was

wondered to herself. He’d just had a cup, perhaps he

not to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him

she leaned over to hand it to him, he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of

lowered to her mouth

when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how

want to

work on me.” William 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

down his feelings, he had to let Waylon take over

mate excited him, he instantly reached to undress her. She pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from

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

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

never wanted to.” Doris breathed, trying to calm herself. She would not cry in

kind of girl he wanted. Someone that gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed

the abuse Melody gave her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way she would ever give up

never in a

sounded shocked from her response as if he fully believed she wanted him this whole

sleep with you your majesty.” Doris

threatened, though

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