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

settle into

lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of

she felt her mouth was much too dry.

just had a cup, perhaps

trip over herself in

to him, he 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 that night when he pinned her

she scrambled to stand up but he grabbed both her hands. Their eyes locked, she saw a bit of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her mouth and

playing hard to get?” She could 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

he want to

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 with his emotions. On one hand, he’d caught her

had to shut down his feelings, he had to let Waylon

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

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

asked quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at

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

be in her shoes. They would probably call her crazy for not joining him in bed, even for one night. That was the kind of girl he wanted. Someone that gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his

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

in a million

sounded shocked from her response

here to serve you, not sleep with you your majesty.” Doris

I insist?” Prince William threatened, though his heart

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