Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 5 Dreams of hell

The darkness was now familiar. Doris wasn’t afraid when it swallowed her whole, she embraced the fear that she knew would greet her soon enough. Double the douse of blood from two strong alpha wolves was enough to send her into coma—she prayed she would wake up soon.

“This is the queen?” A voice hissed near her ear. She turned and nothing was there. “She doesn’t look to be worthy.” It laughed. “I had hoped she would have looked a lot stronger by now.”

The sound reminded her of a snake. She turned and looked in every direction, but there was nothing around her at all. She wished she could see the thing that called itself her nightmares. Just once she wanted to visualize what actually haunted her.
“Who are you?” Doris asked. She raised her chin slightly. “What is it you have in store for me this time?” The creature laughed. “I am everything you fear, little one.”

“T try not to fear things anymore.” Doris swallowed. “It never did good things for me when I did.”

“You have changed since I saw you last. I remember you cowering away from me as if that would save you. Still, I imagined you stronger by now. A shame you haven’t come into your power yet, you might have been a match for me.”

Doris was suddenly shoved across the black room and into a much lighter one. It looked like a run down version of the throne room. Dirty water coated the floors and all the benches were broken in half. Off in the distance, a child was crying.

and the area looked as if it hadn’t been used in years. She didn’t

The creature said with a

looked around her and saw parts of the ceiling had fallen off and other areas were burnt to acrisp. It looked as if it was about to collapse on her at any moment.

the halls were even worse. Death was in the air and she wasn’t sure how she could smell it. Blood smeared across the walls and floors as if someone was dragged out. “I don’t understand any of

black as if a fire had exploded where she was. When she entered her room she shared with William, her heart

baby playing in William’s blood. A baby with his same blue eyes and her brown hair. She covered her mouth and backed away, until she realized her hands were coated in blood as well. Somehow she just knew it was

in blood as if she had bathed in it. William’s head was completely torn from his body and he looked as he had been ripped apart by sharp

ear. It was deep and demonic, no hint of a snake like hiss from before. Doris stumbled back and fell through

clothes were clean, but blood still coated

a moment before he turned and went through the trees, as if he knew she would follow him no matter what he did. Doris

into a black gown and a crown of thorns wrapped around her forehead until it pierced her skin. Blood poured down her face slowly,

become.” The voice said from all around her. The ground was now crusted with snow and bright red stained the ground. The ground cracked open and Doris felt rooted to