Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 6 Doris, was it you?

Doris sat up quickly, desperate for air. Her gown felt soaked through, every inch of her skin felt tainted and wrong. Her head ached, she had to scrub herself clean again to rid herself of him—

“Doris!” Beth whispered harshly for her attention, it took her a moment to realize she was in the room with Beth and not being eaten in the forest by a giant wolf. Doris touched her neck and looked down to see her hand was clean, there was no blood. Slowly, her heart beat calmed and she was able to breathe. It felt so real… she was so sure she was about to die at his hands. “Get up, quickly! Prince William is here, he asked for all of the maids to be checked!”

That woke her, she scrambled out of bed and almost tripped over herself. Doris paled at the thought of facing him. “Checked? Checked for what?”

“Apparently he left a mark on one of the girl’s neck.” Beth already looked delighted from the gossip, she started shoving clothes at Doris before she paused. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” Doris turned away to change, the nightmare still fresh in her mind. “I was just wondering what he could possibly want with her. She’s just a maid, after all.” Doris touched the mark at her neck beneath her dress. The makeup she used would surely have rubbed off by now—she needed to reapply it before she left.

If he found out it was Doris he was looking for, would her nightmare become reality? She was silently thankful that he must’ve been too drunk to remember her face.

“I’m not sure, he’s probably not through using her yet after they slept together.” Beth laughed a little, though it sounded empty. “Remember with Lisa? He wanted her all to himself until he didn’t. But—this girl doesn’t seem like she wants to be found by him. Every other girl here would gladly announce themselves as his lover, but no one has come forward yet.”

No, we definitely didn’t sleep together. Doris silently corrected her friend. At least he didn’t get to take that from her.

at the sight of Prince William’s valet and almost touched her neck to cover it more than her dress already did. “You two don’t want to keep Prince William waiting, I suggest you stop chattering and get

to his retreating form. When she turned to face Doris, her brows furrowed. “Doris? What’s wrong? You look as if you’re about to pass

minute alone. Once Beth left, she quickly opened her drawer and grabbed her cheap container of makeup to cover the mark. Her shaky hands dabbed at the bite, she could still see a

her gossip silently amongst themselves. Each one of them looked even more confused than her, but just as eager as Beth to find out who it must be. She wondered how many

crowd, she felt her heart still for a

see why everyone found him so attractive, his sea blue eyes and dark tossed hair. He looked as if he just rolled out of bed with a lover, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he did. He looked out into the crowd like a born predator, his eyes catching every movement made around him as if he were hunting. The Alpha blood ran purely through his veins and it showed with every breath he made. As handsome as the third prince William Arnold was, she had a taste of how he acted and it was not something she desired to repeat. She wished the rest of the girls here knew how awful he was,

last group of maids in the Golden Palace.” Mr. Carson announced, his hands clasped tightly behind

face free of emotion as he

William is looking for the maid he left a mark upon just the other night. Please, line

responded. Each of the girls lined up outside of the booth Ms. Shirley had set up. The old maid had been serving Royal House Arnold for

to. They were all curious to see who this mystery maid could be, the one that Prince William was so desperate to find. They hung around a bit

went on, Prince William grew more impatient. He frowned at the thinning line, not one of them came forward to announce herself as the one he’d left his mark upon. And why wouldn’t she come forward? It would be an honor to be his mate, her resistance angered him more than he

 Waylon, his inner wolf declared in his mind with a

silently. “Why must you make it so impossible? Other wolves would have brought her to me

wolf. It’s as if she doesn’t have

laughed a sinister sound. “The moon goddess must be kidding me. She must have a wolf if she’s my