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 the

him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been in

the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This was more unique to him,

and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just

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

trip over herself in the darkness

grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her mind flashed back to

her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top of her. He pressed her into his silk sheets, she gripped

really know how to earn a

he want to punish

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 with his emotions. On one hand, he’d caught her trying to get his attention more than once, on the other, she’d been nice

down his feelings, he had to let

her. She pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under him.

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

darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when

cry

gave up their dignity, 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

be signed. But there

never in a

her response as if he fully believed she wanted him

sleep with you your majesty.”

I insist?” Prince William threatened, though

of the butter knives resting