Williams POV
William brushed the thought of Doris out of his mind for the evening. He had an idea of what she would be speaking to Martin about, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed by it. She obviously wanted him so badly that she would pester his own brother to try and put a word in his ear.
But that wasn't going to work. He had no interest in bedding with that maid. It was almost laughable.
"We need to find our mate," Waylon said, his patience running thin. William could hear the distress in his voice.
They hadn't bedded with Melody yet, but with the amount of heat he was feeling, he knew he needed to see her soon.
The wine William had drunk during their outing was beginning to rush to his head. Peter, William's driver, pulled the carriage to a stop in front of the palace. They h
