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.

forward to blow out

back on the chair and folded her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle

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

was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just

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

to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him

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

locked, she saw a bit of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered 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 his bare shoulders and tried to push him off her. “Please let

hear the smirk in his voice, her eyes 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 you?” He said with a bite to his words, but Doris thought she heard something other than anger. She

want to

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

shut down his feelings, he had to let

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

when he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left

face enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone, it wasn’t like him to sound sad over a

to.” Doris breathed, trying to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she would not collapse.

That was the kind of girl he wanted. Someone that 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 who would be his favorite as if

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

never in

her response as if he fully believed she wanted

sleep with you your

William threatened, though his

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