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

darkness, she carefully seated herself back on 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

her mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This

her mouth was much too

 Doris wondered to herself. He’d just had a cup,

to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him

pulled on top of

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

“You really know how to earn a man’s heart, don’t you?” He said with a bite to

he want

on me.” William lowered his voice as his eyes raked her features for any sign she’d felt 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

down his feelings, he had to let Waylon take over before he grew more

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

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

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

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

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

would be signed. But there was no way she would

never in a million

saying?” Prince William sounded shocked from her response as if he fully believed she wanted him this

not sleep with

William threatened, though his

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