Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne
Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Chapter 63 The hell you‘re about to see.

“Have you given her blood before?” Eliza asked as she tapped her foot impatiently against the woodenfloors-she seemed a little surprised. Or perhaps Doris was imagining it all. It was getting harder to tellwhat was real. “Yes, and she woke up an hour after I did.” William straightened his shoulders and lookeddown his nose at Eliza. “If you don’t mind.” He said with a gesture to the door. It was almost funny seeinghim be talked down to for once. She wished she was better so she could have

enjoyed it more. Eliza glanced at Doris and squeezed her hand before she left the room, closing the doorsilently behind her. William went to lock it before he returned to her side. She felt her nightgown alreadysticking to her skin again with how much she was sweating. William surprised her by crawling into bedwith her, it dipped under her weight and almost sent her rolling into him. He sat himself up against theheadboard and pulled her weak body against him. She rested her back against his chest and closed hereyes again. “Don’t do that, you have to stay awake for this.” He said more gently than before. Williamlifted his wrist to his mouth and sliced it open with his teeth. Her eyes grew a little wide when she sawhim retract his fangs as blood dripped down his chin. He held his wound in front of her mouth and sheshook her head and tried to push away from him. “Come on, Doris.” He said through his teeth. Williamgripped the back of her head and forced her mouth to his skin. The taste of copper hit her tongue andmade her want to gag. She tried moving away from him again more desperately, but he only held herstill. Soon, it took on a different taste. What tasted like a she was licking a coin turned to somethingalmost… sweet. A strange sugar taste filled her mouth that made her grip his arm so she could get more.“Yes.” A voice said in her mind. Was it William’s wolf? Her own wolf woke up as if it had been sleepingand curled

around the voice like a blanket. “Come on now, Doris. Take more.” “My mate…” Her wolf said to his ashis blood slid down her throat. She could feel their connection open wide enough for her to feel it againstevery ounce of her body. She looked up at him as she drank and he watched her with a tender, almostlustful gaze. Doris moved herself closer to him, he held her against his body and their limbs tangled

together as the sparks exploded through her skin. She could feel his emotions, almost as if they were herown. He was worried and angry, desperate and a little frightened of what was to become of her. Or them.She wondered if he could feel her own emotions. The hatred and strange pull she had for him. She fitagainst him like a piece in his missing puzzle. His blood flowed through her body and allowed her backsome of the strength she lost. The intense heat was fading rapidly, but a new one formed as she movedon top of him and he groaned from her touch. His hand moved from the back of her head to grip herwaist through her thin nightgown. She wasn’t sure how much

blood she was supposed to take but it tasted better than anything that had ever hit her tongue. Shewanted to drown in it, to live every day if she could have a small taste. “Just a little more.” He saidagainst her ear. Their wolves felt like they were circling in her mind before they curled around each otherand took comfort in the others warmth. She couldn’t focus on what they said, but it felt like home whenthey were together. Did William

feel that too? Or was she hallucinating all of this? William gripped the back of her neck and held her stillas he pulled his wrist away from her mouth and deprived her of what she wanted. His blood leaked fromher lips and stained her nightgown a gruesome color, but neither of them seemed to notice anythingexcept for the other He looked at her with a sort of longing that she knew she was imagining but allowedherself to give in to the fantasy, if only for a moment in time. Her eyes flickered to his mouth before sheforced herself to look up at his dangerous blue eyes again-but he was entranced by her red lips. A crazypart of her wanted to

dare him to close the distance and remake one of her darkest dreams. His eyes glazed over as if he wasalready well into that dream where she didn’t allow herself to feel shame for her desires. Did he imaginewhat it would be like to kiss her with his blood on her lips? Did he allow himself to wonder how soft she’dfeel beneath him? If felt as if she had been drugged, her mind grew foggy as she quickly moved herselfoff him. What was she doing? What-on earth had she been thinking? His face turned to stone when shelooked at him again, as if it had never happened at all. Perhaps it hadn’t and it was all in her head. Bethhad once told her the blood of a werewolf was strong enough to drive someone insane. Her energy had

spiked higher than it had even before she was poisoned—and then it quickly started to decrease. Shewanted to believe that it never happened, that she hadn’t just thought about him kissing her and givinginto a dark desire she was forbidden to have. She wasn’t a stupid girl, so why had she allowed herself tothink like one? “You’ll need to eat before you sleep

again.” William said. The bed creaked as he stood and pulled food from the basket Enzo had brought herthe night before. It must have all been old, but she felt ravenous Doris sat up and ripped through thesandwich he gave her. Too hungry to be ashamed of eating like an animal in front of him. He didn’t lookdisturbed or disgusted, he only seemed to make sure she ate every bite of food he handed her. After shefinished the entire basket of food-which was easily two days worth

– he gave her cold water to wash it all down. “Are you still hot?” He asked. Doris froze and tried toregister how her body was feeling. It was jittery and desperate for rest at the same time-but not hot. Infact, she felt the cold sneak up her bare legs and try to turn her into ice. “No. Can you close the window,please?” William did so without a trace of annoyance. Doris pulled the covers up over herself againbefore the chill tore her apart just like her fever did. It felt like a shock in her body to have it change sorapidly from one extreme to the next.

She lifted the blankets to her chin and watched as he lit the fire again. When he sat down next to herbed, she hesitated. “You don’t have to stay with me if you want to go get some rest yourself. I’ll be finefor a few hours.” “Did I say I wanted to leave?” “No, but,” “Don’t question my actions.” He snapped. Sheclamped her lips shut. As harsh as he sounded, it was almost sweet of him. If he heard her think that,he’d probably throw her out in the snow just to prove he wasn’t. Still… a small part of her trusted himmore than she wanted to admit. It felt like a betrayal to herself, this entire time she knew she didn’t wantto trust him or get close to him in case he snapped but – his actions spoke louder than any cruel wordshe’d thrown at her. Doris drowsily looked around the room and realized what a mess it was. Did shemake that mess? Days worth of dishes were spread across the counters and male clothes thrown across

the floor that didn’t belong to her. When she looked at him again, she realized he must have been theone to make the mess.

“Have you slept at all?” She asked softly as she took in the sight of his sleepy face. A wave of chillspassed through her body, he sat up a little and watched her until it passed. “I’ve slept plenty.” Was all hesaid. Doris reached out to put her hand over his own that rested on his lap. He tensed under her touch.“Thank you for staying.” She didn’t care if it scared him away, she wanted him to know how grateful shewas for him. He stared at her in silence for a few minutes, she wondered if he even allowed himself tobreathe. William gripped her hand and squeezed

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“Rest. I’ll be here when you wake from the hell you’re about to see.”