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Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

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“My… mate…” She felt his hot breath caress against the back of her neck when he whispered behind her, she moved too slow to prevent the man from forcing her to the grass beneath them. “My… mate!” He shouted as he straddled her against the cold ground, the darkness blinded her from his identity. His grip was strong and rough as he pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand, she could smell the alcohol on his breath when he whispered the word over and over against her ear. “I don’t—“ Doris gasped when he ripped her maids’ uniform off with little to no effort, leaving her almost bare in her undergarments. She struggled uselessly against his hold, the cold air stung her exposed skin. Doris didn’t understand what this man meant by mate. She didn’t have a mate—he was obviously very drunk and had the wrong girl. “Please don’t—“ Doris cried out in pain when she felt his teeth latch onto her neck. He bit down with no hesitation, as if he were claiming her in that moment to feast upon for eternity. The burst of pain slowly passed when he kissed the mark he just made upon her skin almost tenderly, her eyes fluttered open at the sensation. A wave of heat burned her entire body as he trailed his lips down her neck, only stopping to explore the tops of her breasts. Goosebumps coated her skin beneath his touches. Her breath quickened, she saw him tilt his head towards her in the darkness as if he listened to every slight sound she made. His free hand moved to caress her breasts where his mouth wasn’t. She felt disgusted with herself— “Oh!” Doris tried to swallow her moan and flushed red when she couldn’t hide her own reaction to a man that attacked her. She didn’t realize her body was so sensitive to touch in certain areas—even to a beastly man like him. His rough hand ran down the side of her body, surely feeling the heat he caused beneath her skin. The man leaned up to whisper in her ear the same word he’d said dozens of times, the one that confused her more than anything. “Mate…” “Please, I’m not—“ Approaching footsteps stilled his wandering hand once and for all. He stood, and for the first time she saw the moonlight shine on his face enough to reveal who her attacker was. She couldn’t believe— “Prince William!” The voices shouted.

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