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.

to blow out the candle on

room fell 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

His room smelled lovely and 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 morning and pine.

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

to herself. He’d just had a cup, perhaps he couldn’t

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

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

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 me

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 how to earn a man’s heart, don’t you?” He said with a bite to his words, but Doris thought she heard

he want to

felt it at all, perhaps if she did she wouldn’t be playing with his emotions. On

feelings, he had to let Waylon

growled 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

mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled silently.

quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when he heard

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

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 they could win that title if they were cruel enough to

take the abuse Melody gave her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way

never in a

her response as

not sleep

threatened,

picked up one of the