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

could hear him settle into bed, rolling

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

she felt her mouth was much too dry.

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

stood and tried not to trip over herself in the darkness as

as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her mind flashed back

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

when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a man’s

he want to

all, perhaps if she did

had to shut down his feelings, he had to let

inside him 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

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

want to sleep with me?” He asked quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at

not cry in front of him, she would

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 wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping for his attention or even

if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way she would

in

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

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

William threatened, though his heart didn’t sound in

stepped back and glanced around the room. She picked up one of