Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 85 Not meant for those who want nothing to do with their kingdom.

be worth it all. 2 Her rage replaced her embarrassment. She didn’t realize she had forgotten her coat until she was back in her own cabin. Not a lick of cold touched her, her anger heated her nicely. She wanted

like a flicker of sadness wrapped its hand around her emotions and tried to strangle the rage out of her. She dipped her head beneath the water and tried to rub it all out of the soap. It would be so easy to stay underneath and let go, Her wolf caught wind of her thoughts and forced her up in a painful way. Doris started gasping for air, it felt as if her wolf shoved her head above the surface by stabbing her insides.. “Are you insane?” Cordelia growled, her voice rattled through her aching mind and almost made her grasp her ears. “If you have a thought like that again, I’ll never allow you near another bath in your life.” “Wonderful,” Doris gasped and gripped the sides of the tub. “Then I’ll ward him away with my smell if you do that. I think it’s a great idea.” Doris stood and wrapped a towel around herself before she stepped out of the tub. “I truly think you’re exaggerating.” Cordelia said, almost as if she was amused but Doris wasn’t laughing. “I am not. He’s the most awful person—” Doris stopped dead when she opened the door to her room and saw William standing in the middle of it. He had her coat clenched tightly in his hand. Her grip tightened on her towel, suddenly she felt hot again. “William—“ She gasped. How long had he been there? How much had he heard her say? As much as she wished to give him a piece of her mind, he was still a prince and she didn’t wish to lose her life over her true thoughts. His face gave away nothing as he looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her bare legs. She cleared her throat. “Can I help you?” His eyes lifted to her own. “You left your coat.” “Okay. Thank you.” Doris reached out for it, but he threw it on the chair nearby. “The cake was good.” He took a step towards her. She forced herself not to take one back. Every time he was near her, her thoughts turned on her and made her feel something she shouldn’t. Unsurprisingly, her wolf was completely silent as if it left her entirely. “Glad you liked it.” Doris crossed her arms over her chest. “Where did you learn to bake like that?” He asked in a tone that suggested he might have actually been curious. “I was taught by my mother when I was younger. She showed me all of her cake recipes and I suppose it’s the one thing I can never forget.” Doris shifted her weight on the other foot before she went to the drawers to pull out her clothes. She could practically feel his eyes follow her back. “Is