Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 172 Something to fight for

William stared down at the purple tube in his hands. Doris wondered if the same thoughts were crossing his mind that had already crossed hers. Was it real? Was this happening to them? Were they even ready to be parents? Doris knew she wasn’t. There wasn’t an ounce of her that believed in herself to be a good mother when she didn’t know the first thing about children. Did he feel the same?

Did he want to change everything about himself just so he could be better like she did?

Slowly, she noticed his shoulders slacked a little and his body came undone as if he was trying to relax all of his muscles. When he looked up at her again, his eyes were the ones she saw in her dreams. A beautiful blue sea that was now her favorite color.

“I left because I knew he would come here if he saw his mother dead. He would come straight for me-and you. I didn’t want to risk it.” William sat on the edge of the bed. He gripped Doris by her hips and pulled her closer to him. “I didn’t want to risk you or the baby. It was driving me insane, so I had to go take care of it before something happened that I couldn’t stop.”

“All you had to do was tell me.” Doris said gently. She ran her fingers through his hair that was caked with mud and-whatever else. She didn’t even want to consider how much blood was seeped into his clothes. “I was beginning to think something had happened to you. I almost went after you—“

William’s grip tightened on her. “No. Even if they have me in a cell being tortured, you are never to come after me like that. I can handle my scars, I can’t handle yours.”

Doris’s eyes watered almost instantly from his words. She bit down on her lip and tried to curse them silently to stay inside. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him slow enough to make the world disappear around them.

Doris melted against William when he kissed her back. It was strange to hold someone that was now considered the other half of her soul and be able to fall into them. She felt as if all of her worries could disappear the moment his put his hands on her and kissed her until everything felt better again.

His fingers trailed along the hem of her sweater as if he was tempting himself with what was underneath. Silently, her body begged him to go forward. To show her how much he wanted this life with her even when she wasn’t sure of it herself. His kisses and caresses could make her go blind to all that was wrong if he stayed with her long enough. 1

his kisses were distracted. When she pulled away, he

on your mind.” Doris hummed. He looked up at her again. “You told me that you

of his skin from his adrenaline. “I only had to get

watched as he started to pace the small area like a wild animal. “Are you okay? I know this couldn’t have been

and he would have done the same if he had the chance. He said so himself before I killed him.” William grumbled. He raked his fingers through his hair then stared at them as if they were covered in blood. “Now there’s only Martin standing in my

going to kill him too?” Doris asked cautiously. “I think you should rest for a moment and consider what has

Doris put her hand on her stomach without thought. Dozens dead? Those were men and women she had passed dozens of times at the palace, she was sure. Just a few days ago,

better life? Doris clamped her lips shut before the words could

your family. I think you need to slow

about? I killed the woman that killed my mother and her useless son that always hated me.” William snarled. He turned away from her as if he refused to look her in the

about you. They weren’t great people, I’m not ever saying they were but I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Doris

before our daughter or son is born.” William said. “I need this war over soon. I

as she could. Suddenly an idea formed and she felt foolish that she hadn’t thought of it before. “I know

William said bitterly. “It wouldn’t work for him like it did

have the same special blood

heal one of his wounds.” William sighed. “When I was a kid, I realized my blood healed injured animals so I wanted to try it on a person. One day, I saw my father had a cut on his wrist so I snuck in his