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 on

folded her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle

her eyes to clear her mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This was more unique

felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just as he

wondered to herself. He’d just

trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him another

against the floor as she was pulled on top of

eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top of her. He pressed

smirk in his voice, her eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to

want

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

had to let Waylon take

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

her in shock when he saw her mark—the real mark he’d

with me?” He asked quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when

would not cry in front of him, she

their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping for his attention or even an extra glance from him.

signed. But there was no way she would ever give up her

never in a

her response

to serve you, not sleep with you your

threatened, though his heart didn’t sound in

the room. She picked up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and