Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne
Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Chapter 51 You‘d really just let me go

“You…you’re the leader of the rogues?” Doris painfully sat up and tried to move further away from him inthe small carriage. He watched her with a curious expression, but made no move towards her. How fastwas the carriage moving? Would she be able to jump out? “That’s right, I am.” He pushed a blankettowards her, Doris didn’t dare reach out to take it. “Please know I had nothing to do with your kidnapping.The moment I heard about it, I came looking for you.” “If you’re the leader of them, why would they goagainst what you want?” Doris shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. Her mind was close toshutting down along with her body. It would be so easy to lay her head back and let the sweet feeling ofdarkness overcome her senses. Enzo cleared his throat and brushed back his dark hair. “With everypack, there are those who think they know better than the leader. What they did will not go unpunished,Doris. You have my word.” Doris shifted uncomfortably. How was she supposed to trust the leader ofrogues? After all of the horrible things she’d heard over the years about the rogues and what they werecapable of-she was now seated across from the leader of them all. Her eyes drooped a little, she forcedthem back open to watch him. “Where are you taking me?” She demanded in a much stronger voice thanshe felt. “Somewhere safe where you can rest. You’re not

You’d really just let me go being taken as a prisoner, Doris. You’re free to get out and leave now if youwish. Although, I would strongly advise against that considering you look as if you’re about to pass out.” IDoris glanced out the window and saw nothing but miles and miles of darkness and snow. Even if shewasn’t in agony, she wouldn’t be able to survive the night on her own. Her clothes were torn and bloody,her wounds hadn’t even begun to start healing and every inch of her felt frozen from the cold. Being alivewas pure torture, every breath was worse than the last and her mind tried to convince her to close hereyes and rest even when she didn’t feel safe enough to “We still have a bit of a ride, you can close youreyes if you need to. You’re safe in here.” Enzo said gently. She probably looked like a scared, bloody ratto him. One of these days she wasn’t going to survive being beaten like that. It wouldn’t surprise her ifshe never was able to open her eyes again Doris watched him for a few minutes. He offered a small

smile and leaned back against the seat to look out his window. Slowly, her eyes lowered despite her fightto keep them open.

Warmth dabbed at her wounds. Doris woke with a gasp, hands gripped her shoulders to keep her downagainst the bed. Bed? Where was she? “Lay still, it’s not closed yet.” A shooting pain forced her to focus.She laid in sheets of cotton with a dressing gown that was too big to be her own. Her hair was unboundand wild, a woman she didn’t recognize was pressing a warm cloth to her shoulder “This one was prettybad, but I think you’ll be okay.” The woman said with a slight smile. Her grey hair

Si Yould really just let me go was tied in a knot on top of her head, she had smooth brown skin with not ahint of wrinkles in sight. “I had to sew it closed to get it to stop bleeding. You’ll have to eat something toget back a bit of your strength.” “Where am I?” Doris whispered, her voice was hoarse. She tried to clearher throat but it only felt as if blood would come out if she tried again. The woman helped her sit up andhanded her a cup of cold water. It was pure pleasure feeling it against her sore throat. She gulped it dowgreedily. “You’re at the main rogue camp, Lord Enzo brought you here.” “How long have I been out?”“Not that long, he only just brought you here about an hour ago and I cleaned you up once he left. Hecame back to bring you a plate of food again but left to give you privacy.” The woman placed anotherpillow behind her back and set a plate of food on her lap. “You better eat every bit of that, you’ll bepassing out again if you don’t.” Doris felt her face and ran her fingers across her cut lip and swollen eye.She trailed her fingers down her neck where the animal of a man had bitten her. Doris briefly wonderedhow William would react if he saw another man had bitten her. Not that… it should matter to him. Melodywas still his lady and still his mate. She was the one that he had meant to bite, not Doris “Thank you,”Doris shakily gripped the plate. “What may I call you?” “You can call me Eliza.” She said with anothersmile that didn’t reach her eyes. Eliza seated herself on the edge of the bed as Doris started to pick ather food. “Those men you met… they do not speak for any of us. Our pack doesn’t torture innocentwomen

You’d really just let me go for answers. I’m sorry for what you went through.” Doris paused half waythrough her sandwich and blinked. The voice in the back of her mind warned her to remain cautious.

They could only be trying to fool her into trusting them. Perhaps they would think she might tell themeverything she knew about the palace if they were nice enough to her. Doris decided to play along into itfor the time being, at least until she could get away from here and be safe again. “Thank you.” Dorislowered her gaze. The woman patted her knee gently. “You try to sleep once you’re finished. You lost alot of blood and you won’t feel better until you do.” The bed shifted as Eliza stood and gathered thebloodied supplies, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I live right across the way.” She headedfor the door. Once it was closed behind her, Doris got up as quickly as she could manage withoutpassing out again. The room was plain with a wooden dresser and rocking chair but not much else.Obviously no one else lived here, it had to be for the wounded or even for people that they wanted tokeep here for questioning, Doris looked through all the drawers for some sort of weapon but only foundextra clothes and towels. She carefully changed out of the night gown and pulled on a thick sweater andpants before she stepped into the boots she came here with. The room started to spin a little, shegripped the dresser and closed her eyes until everything was set right again. It would be so easy to laydown and sleep for a few more hours, it would be smart of her to do it… but the longer she stayed here,the longer she left herself vulnerable to them. Doris gripped the door handle and threw it open Sheimmediately bumped into a hard chest and had

You’d really just let me go large hands reach out to steady her. “I think you forgot your coat, it’s quite coldout there.” Enzo looked almost amused to see her trying to escape. Doris quickly stepped out of his gripand backed away from him. He stepped inside and closed the door when a gust of wind blew in harshly.“I brought you some cake, it’s still warm from the ovens.” He took a large slice out from his pocket, shecould see the steam when he unwrapped it. The smell of sweet chocolate almost made her groan-it’sbeen a long time since she was able to enjoy something warm and fresh. “Are you sure you’ve gottenenough rest before you go? You’re free to stay as long as you need.” Enzo set the cake on her dresserand put his hands in his pockets. “I can have a bag prepared of food and supplies if you need.” Dorislowered to the bed and rubbed her eyes.” You’d really just let me go?” “Of course I would. I’m a man ofmy word, you’re free to go when you please.” Enzo seated himself on the chair across the room. He

looked around the bare area and shrugged. “I thought you’d like to stay here for a while until you’rebetter.” Doris looked around as well. “Here? Alone?” “Of course alone. We have spare rooms fortravelers that need them, this is one of the bigger ones though it’s still not much to look at. I would sayyou can decorate it with whatever you wish but I don’t think you’d stay around long enough for it tomatter.” “Why are you being so kind? I thought the rogues were…” Doris let her words trail off, but shecould tell he knew what she meant. “Allow me to tell you a bit of our story, if you’re

You’d really just let me go willing to listen.”