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

lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth

slowly released her own breath and closed her eyes to clear her mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that

deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just as he

wondered to herself. He’d just had a cup, perhaps he couldn’t

to trip over herself in the darkness as she

as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She

of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top

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

want to punish

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

pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under

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

flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in

to.” Doris breathed, trying to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she would not collapse. Doris

gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up every

the amnesty would be signed. But there was no way she would ever give up

never in a

her response as if he fully believed she wanted him this

here to serve you, not sleep with

I insist?” Prince William threatened, though his heart didn’t sound in

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