Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 185 Decisions, decisions

Doris was thrown back in her room before she had the chance to react to any of what happened. His words still spun around in her head and made her feel as if she was underwater. Would he kill her best friend if she went against his wishes?

He quickly formed into a monster in her mind. He was no longer a man she could swindle to do as she asked, he was no longer the kind prince he once was. He was a monster that wanted to take what he thought belonged to him-but she didn’t. She had to find a way out of this without getting her friend hurt in the process.

Any plan to stab her way out of here was ruined. They could take Beth and kill her the moment she acted out to defend herself and she would rather die than risk something like that. Her wolf was still silent and she wasn’t sure when Cordelia would be back-for all she knew, her food had the drug too. It might be a week before she felt her wolf wake again.

She knew one thing, she couldn’t risk her best friend’s life for her own. She would never forgive herself if something happened to her. Her heart screamed in her chest when she couldn’t get the thought of her best friend sitting in the darkness out of her mind.

Doris was pulled from her room hours later. “What’s happening?” Doris demanded. They led her down the grand stairs and off to an area that Prince Martin had neglected to take her. The house broke off into an area that looked as if it didn’t belong to the castle at all.

It was large, dark and grand at the same time. It looked like a dark version of the main hall back at the palace where they held meetings or fancy balls. She wasn’t sure why it gave her the chills but it looked all wrong. It looked as if the walls would fall apart around her if she lingered too long inside. 1

The guards brought her over to Martin who sat patiently across a large table, no one else was in the room yet. It felt cold and empty rather than warm and inviting.

“Ah, I hope you rested well.” Prince Martin stood and pulled out the seat closest to him. Doris swallowed her annoyance and sat down.

“Is it wise that I’m over here? Perhaps I should sit somewhere else in the room while you have this conversation.” Doris said calmly. “In fact, I probably shouldn’t be here at all. I really think this should be between you two.”

As much as she wanted to see William, she didn’t want to break his heart-and she knew that Martin would make her if she took that seat.

to be in thought. “Perhaps you’re right.” He snapped his fingers, the guards came and gripped her arm to force her up. “Set her across the room. I don’t want him to be able to see her during this.

telling Martin that William would be able to scent her the moment he walked inside. She doubted he knew that could happen with mates at all.

stood tall in front of her as if to hide her from view, but she

hours. Doris watched the door and then Martin who sat perfectly still as if he was ready for any battle to come his way. She wanted to take her shoe off and throw it at his head just

the place. His dark hair a mess as if he hadn’t slept in days, but his dark suit was perfect in every way possible. It formed around

come here to play:

go right to him. His head turned in her direction slightly, but he quickly turned away and focused on his brother as if he didn’t

entered. He held out his arms as if he was greeting William

glad to see you finally

sat down roughly. His anger was in every movement she made and she almost

his jacket with a smile. “He wasn’t

tilted his head in her direction again as

hoped you didn’t fall into my trap when you went to storm the palace. I wanted to see

jaw twitched. “What is it you want, Martin? This dance is ridiculous and tiresome, you

ready for that yet. I want to

as a brother since you were old enough to know better. Don’t pretend now.”

you were when you were young. I know you must have been mad at the world for the unfortunate thing

remind me that our father didn’t care for me and that he loved both of you more.” William sat up a little to lean his elbows on the table. “You made my life a hell until cruelty was my