Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 The sweet burn of peace

The middle of her chest started to burn like never before. Doris clenched the area with her hands but of course it did nothing to relieve the pain. William moved closer and gripped her chin to force her to look at him.

“Where does it hurt the most?” He asked in a strained tone. Doris wordlessly pointed to her chest. He reached his hand up her shirt and brushed his fingers over the area it burned. It ignited a loud groan from her. “It’s going to pass, it’s almost finished.”

Doris looked up at him with wide eyes. What was almost finished? What was even happening to her-or any of them?

One by one, the people around them started to sit up and rub different areas of their body. Did they feel their skin try to melt off like she did?

It felt like her heart was about to combust out of her chest. William was saying something but she couldn’t hear a thing. All she could hear was the sound of her ears trying to explode. She was about to die, she was certain of it.

Was she screaming? It was impossible to tell.

Minutes passed and suddenly the pain stopped all at once-as if it was never there. Doris opened her eyes to see William still bent over her, but Enzo was there as well. The sound came back to her but it was almost as if she was underwater for a second as William repeated her name over and over.

“What—what just happened?” Doris gasped. It was hard to even get the words out, they didn’t even sound like her voice.

“You were marked by the blood promise.” William said calmy. His blue eyes quickly turned from worried to furious. “What the fuck were you doing out here? I told you I didn’t want you here! You were supposed to stay in the cabin!” 1

Doris sat up slowly, her heart about to burst from her chest. “What do you mean I’ve been marked by the blood promise?” Doris wanted to rip her hair out and scream as loud as she could, but her voice wouldn’t let her. “You even didn’t tell me why I shouldn’t come! All you did was tell me you didn’t want me there! How was I supposed to know it would mark me?”

How could he possibly turn this around and try to blame it on her? He only made her feel unwanted, not as if he was doing it for his own good. Doris felt her rage quickly return as it crawled up her throat. He was so close, she could punch him right now if she had any strength.

“The blood promise marks everyone near enough to the flames to follow through.” William angrily unbuttoned his shirt and showed her the mark beneath. His skin had a blood drop seared right down the middle. It was still red as if the burning hadn’t   Doris forced herself not to reach out and touch it, it was no bigger than her thumb.

“That’s what I have too?” Doris touched the area over her clothes. She was close to strangling him. “Why didn’t you just tell me why you didn’t want to be here?”

William rolled his eyes to the sky and took a deep breath. “I expected you to just listen, not go against me. You never went against my wishes at the palace.”

“I’m not a maid here, I’m a person with feelings—someone who feels the burn of your words every time you carelessly throw them at me.” Doris moved to stand. She ignored his offered hand and brushed the snow from her pants. “What does this mark mean?” 1

“It means you are tied to the promise just as much as William is. You have to abide to the rules and make sure you don’t mistreat any of the rogues.” Enzo filled in. He nervously looked between both of them as if he didn’t know what to do.

“What if he breaks the bond?” Doris glanced at his guards. “What happens to us?”

“Unfortunately, it would all lead to the same punishment.” Enzo said softly. Doris filled in the missing words-it would lead to their death if William decided to go against the promise. But what about the rest of them?

“I don’t plan on ever breaking my end of the deal.” William said through his teeth. Doris tiredly ran her fingers through her long hair.

This was the opposite of what she needed right now. This pushed her back even further from the freedom she craved. In yet another way besides her mate mark, she was tied to William. It would never end.

“Great. I’m going to bed.” Doris mumbled and turned to get back on the path towards her cabin. She didn’t hear anyone follow her, and she was only partly disappointed by it. She wanted the solitude to let her thoughts override her mind—but she also wanted to be followed back so she didn’t have to deal with it alone.

Doris closed the door behind her and immediately went into the bathroom to look at her mark. Right in the center of her chest, a blood drop was carved into her. She traced the shape with her finger and hoped it was just another cut that would fade away after time—but it already looked healed.