Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

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 wooden floors-she seemed a little surprised. Or perhaps Doris was imagining it all. It was getting harder to tell what was real. “Yes, and she woke up an hour after I did.” William straightened his shoulders and looked down his nose at Eliza. “If you don’t mind.” He said with a gesture to the door. It was almost funny seeing him 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 door silently behind her. William went to lock it before he returned to her side. She felt her nightgown already sticking to her skin again with how much she was sweating. William surprised her by crawling into bed with her, it dipped under her weight and almost sent her rolling into him. He sat himself up against the headboard and pulled her weak body against him. She rested her back against his chest and closed her eyes again. “Don’t do that, you have to stay awake for this.” He said more gently than before. William lifted his wrist to his mouth and sliced it open with his teeth. Her eyes grew a little wide when she saw him retract his fangs as blood dripped down his chin. He held his wound in front of her mouth and she shook her head and tried to push away from him. “Come on, Doris.” He said through his teeth. William gripped the back of her head and forced her mouth to his skin. The taste of copper hit her tongue and made her want to gag. She tried moving away from him again more desperately, but he only held her still. Soon, it took on a different taste. What tasted like a she was licking a coin turned to something almost… 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 sleeping and curled Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

around the voice like a blanket. “Come on now, Doris. Take more.” “My mate…” Her wolf said to his as his blood slid down her throat. She could feel their connection open wide enough for her to feel it against every ounce of her body. She looked up at him as she drank and he watched her with a tender, almost lustful 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 her own. 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 fit against him like a piece in his missing puzzle. His blood flowed through her body and allowed her back some of the strength she lost. The intense heat was fading rapidly, but a new one formed as she moved on top of him and he groaned from her touch. His hand moved from the back of her head to grip her waist 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. She wanted to drown in it, to live every day if she could have a small taste. “Just a little more.” He said against her ear. Their wolves felt like they were circling in her mind before they curled around each other and took comfort in the others warmth. She couldn’t focus on what they said, but it felt like home when they were together. Did William

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

dare him to close the distance and remake one of her darkest dreams. His eyes glazed over as if he was already well into that dream where she didn’t allow herself to feel shame for her desires. Did he imagine what it would be like to kiss her with his blood on her lips? Did he allow himself to wonder how soft she’d feel beneath him? If felt as if she had been drugged, her mind grew foggy as she quickly moved herself off him. What was she doing? What-on earth had she been thinking? His face turned to stone when she looked at him again, as if it had never happened at all. Perhaps it hadn’t and it was all in her head. Beth had 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. She wanted to believe that it never happened, that she hadn’t just thought about him kissing her and giving into a dark desire she was forbidden to have. She wasn’t a stupid girl, so why had she allowed herself to think 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 her the night before. It must have all been old, but she felt ravenous Doris sat up and ripped through the sandwich he gave her. Too hungry to be ashamed of eating like an animal in front of him. He didn’t look disturbed or disgusted, he only seemed to make sure she ate every bite of food he handed her. After she finished 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 to register how her body was feeling. It was jittery and desperate for rest at the same time-but not hot. In fact, 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 again before the chill tore her apart just like her fever did. It felt like a shock in her body to have it change so rapidly 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 her bed, she hesitated. “You don’t have to stay with me if you want to go get some rest yourself. I’ll be fine for a few hours.” “Did I say I wanted to leave?” “No, but,” “Don’t question my actions.” He snapped. She clamped 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 him more than she wanted to admit. It felt like a betrayal to herself, this entire time she knew she didn’t want to trust him or get close to him in case he snapped but – his actions spoke louder than any cruel words he’d thrown at her. Doris drowsily looked around the room and realized what a mess it was. Did she make 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 the one 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 chills passed through her body, he sat up a little and watched her until it passed. “I’ve slept plenty.” Was all he said. 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 she was for him. He stared at her in silence for a few minutes, she wondered if he even allowed himself to breathe. 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.”