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

hands on her lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been in the same room with

slowly released her own breath and closed her eyes to clear her mind. 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. It was

breath was deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too dry. She

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

to trip over herself in the darkness as she

hand it 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

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

you’re 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

want to punish

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,

down his feelings, he had to let Waylon take over before he grew more

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

saw 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 himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone, it wasn’t

trying to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she

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

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

in a

you saying?” Prince William sounded shocked from her response as if he fully

you, not sleep with you

insist?” Prince William threatened, though his heart

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