Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 65 No one is allowed to touch you but

Doris was more than happy to oblige. After she ate, she rested for a few hours more before she dressed in warm clothes and met William outside the cabin door. It looked like it was still the middle of the night, but the crisp air was refreshing. She wanted to gulp it down and never go inside again. William didn’t look at her as they walked down a snowy path. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and she did the same. “It’s lovely out.” Doris said as she took in another deep breath. Her breath fogged in front of her and something about the sight made her happy. Perhaps she was just happy to be alive. He didn’t respond, she was only greeted with the sounds of their feet crunching through the snow. Doris wrapped her arms around herself and let out a longer breath just to see more fog. It was fine, he didn’t like to talk much anyway. She didn’t expect him to change just because he spent days at her side when she was

sick. “Those men I killed, were they the ones that kidnapped you?” He asked suddenly. The question was so abrupt, her steps slowed. He stopped completely and turned to look at her. His gaze was almost disarming, she didn’t know what to say. “No…” Doris said slowly. William’s face darkened and she knew he wanted her to continue. “They… those ones tried to harm me when I came here after Enzo brought me here. Enzo cut out one of their tongues after the first incident but his friends joined in on the second one.” She knew the question on his murderous expression before he said it. “Did they—“ “No, but they tried.” William flexed his fingers and cracked his neck. Doris chewed on her lip as she watched his rage start to pile up. Did he wish he could kill them again? “Who was the one that kidnapped you?” “Enzo said he took care of it—” “Who?” William demanded a bit louder, Doris flinched and her need to do what he asked kicked in. “I… their names were Jules and Darrell.” “Was it one of them who left the bite on

as if his possessive side was starting to take over his mind and he couldn’t possibly act any other way. Doris simply nodded. She’d honestly forgotten all about the mark on her neck opposite to the one William left. She thought the claw marks might have scratched

and made her stand by it. “Stay here.” Doris watched him leave and looked around at all the other horses, confused.

she had no business remembering “What are we doing in here? Maybe I should go back to bed and rest more” “I found where they are.” He gripped her waist and lifted her onto the back of the horse before she could object and pulled himself up in front of her. “What? William—” He gripped the reigns, Doris quickly wrapped her arms around his waist before he kicked the horse off into the night. She’d never been more grateful for wearing pants than she was in that moment. He was

death bed less than a few hours ago. Even though it felt good to be up and out-this was not what she meant. This was the furthest thing from what she wanted. For him to be this insistent, he must have spent days spewing in his rage wondering if he’d gotten the men that hurt her or not. Why did he even care so much? She was his maid, not his lady. Whoever disrespected her never seemed to bother him before. The horse skidded to a halt. Doris opened her eyes to see the cabin and flickers of her torture crossed her mind. All the marks they left on her. The way they yanked at her clothes and were so close to taking her innocence from her William slid off the horse and held his arms out for her. Doris hesitated before she allowed him

didn’t want to see an ounce more. “Hey!” Two men shouted. William went in without a second thought, Doris stayed right where she was and tried to stop her hands from trembling. “What the fuck!” One screamed, Doris covered her ears to block out the sickening sounds of bones cracking. Doris stumbled back when William came back out a few minutes later, dragging both men by their hair as if they weighed nothing The men were smaller than him, but still quiet large compared to Doris. Their faces were completely covered in blood and their noses were bent the wrong way. They held onto William’s hands as he dragged them out. A trail of blood followed in their wake. William dropped them by her feet