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 out the candle

the chair and folded her 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

His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol

heavy, she felt her mouth was much

wondered to herself. He’d just had

not to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him

over to 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 strength,

skin through her uniform, she scrambled to stand up but he grabbed both her hands. Their eyes locked, she saw a bit of a storm in 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

when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a man’s heart, don’t you?” He said with a bite to his words, but Doris thought she heard something other than anger. She thought

want to

their mate bond like he did. It didn’t seem like she felt it at all, perhaps if she did she wouldn’t be playing with his emotions. On one hand, he’d caught her trying to get his attention more than once, on the other, she’d been nice to everyone

his feelings, he had to let Waylon take over

inside him growled happily at his decision. The smell of his mate excited him, he instantly reached to undress her. She pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under him. Her dress tore down the front and left her almost bare

he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled

He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt

not cry in front of him, she would not collapse. Doris lifted

shoes. They would probably call her crazy for not joining him in bed, even for one night. That was the kind of girl he wanted. Someone that gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for 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 could win that title if they were cruel

amnesty would be signed.

never in

sounded shocked from her response as if he fully believed she wanted him this

sleep

William threatened, though his heart didn’t sound

picked up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot