Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne novel Chapter 19

#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.

“Oh! Yes, your majesty.” Doris leaned forward to blow out the candle on the side table.

The room fell into 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 in the same room with a man as he slept—it was odd.

Doris 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 night he attacked her. This was more unique to him, almost like a stormy morning and pine. It was intoxicating.

His breath was deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just as he said, “Tea.”

Tea again? Doris wondered to herself. He’d just had a cup, perhaps he couldn’t sleep.

She quickly stood and tried not to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him another cup.

When she leaned over to hand it to him, he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her mind flashed back to that night when he pinned her beneath him.

She could feel his hot skin 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 on top of her. He pressed her into his silk sheets, she gripped his bare shoulders and tried to push him off her. “Please let me go!”

“Now you’re playing hard to get?” She could hear the smirk in his voice, her eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she 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 his words, but Doris thought she heard something other than anger. She thought she heard jealously.

Did he want to punish her?

“Unfortunately, it won’t work 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 hand, he’d caught her trying to get his attention more than once, on the other, she’d been nice to everyone except him.

He had to shut down his feelings, he had to let Waylon take over before he grew more irritated.

William stared at her in shock when he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled silently. “I told you it was her.”

No… never in a million years..