Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 180 A darkness inside

Doris woke in a bright room. Fresh silk sheets were soft beneath her skin, she slowly tried to sit up but her head ached worse than anything ever had. She closed her eyes tightly and gripped the wound that made dizzy.

She expected to feel blood, but her hand came away dry. It still hurt like hell and for a moment it made her forget what had happened before she got her head smashed in. What happened… Prince Martin happened. He was the one that sent his guards to take her and kill all the men that tried to protect her.

Guilt swelled in her chest. If she had gone with William, this would have never happened. Those men would still be alive and she wouldn’t be in a strange room. No one would have had to die just trying to protect her-she didn’t deserve to be alive over anyone.

Doris looked around to see a fancy room, but it didn’t look like the ones at the palace. She’d been in almost every room and not one of them looked like this. It was fancy, but it wasn’t in a royal way. It wasn’t grand or golden, it was clean and crisp.

This one was light and bright rather than deep and golden. The walls were coated in flowers that looked hand painted with care. Pinks, blues, greens. It looked as if an entire garden was painted on her walls. It almost looked like the one she used to walk through back at the palace.

Even the bed she was in had floral bedding. Doris slipped out of the sheets and almost fell right to the ground. It felt as if the room was spinning, she gripped onto the nearby dresser to hold herself up but it all only made her sick to her stomach. This time, she didn’t think it was because of any morning sickness.

When the world stopped spinning, she glanced down at her nightgown and saw herself dressed in a light pink set that was almost too beautiful to touch. It felt like a silky cloud-who dressed her in this?

Her cheeks heated at the thought of Prince Martin doing it. Doris hurried to the window and saw it was bolted shut. It didn’t matter, she looked as if she was several stories off the ground anyway. She would never survive a jump like that.

The outside wasn’t much of a view at all. It looked like they were in the middle of some forest with nothing else around for miles. This was not the palace, it didn’t look remotely close to the views from the palace. Doris went to the door and yanked on it as hard as she could, but it was locked too.

Panic coated her thoughts like a poison. She circled the room and touched every wall to see if there was a hidden door or vent she could crawl out of but-nothing. There was nothing, she was locked in here like a prisoner.

“Cordelia?” She whispered.

inside her again like it had been when she was injected

Oh no.

her wolf form. She screamed for

for the time

her tears. She crossed the room and opened the closet to find it stocked

one and tore off her delicate nightgown. She needed to be prepare, she needed to think straight. There was no time to admire anything beautiful when it was all a beautiful

braided her own hair to get it out of the way. She wanted to take him down the minute she saw him-but she knew

like a knife. If anything had happened to Beth, Doris would never forgive herself. She would never

besides Prince William’s. A large book case filled with brand new editions of books lined the shelves. On a table by the window was a tray of desserts that normally would have excited her. Now she

trust, nothing would be safe to eat. If they had already drugged her, she

that was now her prison cell. How many times would she be taken against her will? Just when she thought she would never have

her friend (might be in trouble

on the

anyone out there!” She banged harder. “Open

if nobody was even standing guard at the door. Doris wondered if there were any guards around… was it possible Prince Martin

was  Doris desperately pushed and pulled on

he could

door and wiped her tears. Suddenly, she heard the click of a lock. The door swung open and Prince Martin himself entered

him before she could even think of running past him-not that she was stupid enough to try. He was so much bigger