Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 50 I’m the leader of the rogues

. Jules pulled her up and untied her from the chair before he double tied her hands behind her back again tighter than before. Doris felt dizzy as Darrell ripped a piece of tape and smacked it on her mouth quickly. Jules dragged her back and shoved her in a closet before he locked the door and moved a few things in front of it. There was a small crack a half inch wide for her to stare out of, she wiggled closer to see what was happening. Jules moved like a madman across the area. He scrubbed at the floor where her blood stained and cursed when it wouldn’t come off as easily as he hoped, “Fuck! Do you think he’ll come in here?” Jules asked, he moved a mat to cover what he couldn’t scrub out. Darrell was looking out the window through a slit in the curtain “Shit, he’s coming now!” Darrell hurried away from the curtain and helped Jules cover up any trace of her torture. He slammed a box that played loud classical music to drown out any of her moans. A knock stilled both them, they glanced over at each other as if they were terrified to answer it. It sounded again but louder and they both finally moved at once, racing to open the door. Jules got there first, Darell stood back and looked as if he was trying to appear busy by arranging a small stack of books. Jules pulled open the door and a tall, dark haired man stepped through. He was quite handsome with a softer face and dark eyes, but he

alise lackad as at he was ready to commit murder. He closed the door behind him silently and raised his brows at the boys “Mine tuning that down? The man Enzo she assumed askedSomething about his voice sounded familia, but her head hunt too much to register why Damell turned the music down only a bit, Doris tried to scream as loud as she could but it only came out muffled against her tape. Darrell shot a nervous glance towards the door as if he’d heard it. “I heard about your stop on the road.” Enzo said as he let his eyes wander around the area Doris strained to hear every word over the ridiculous music. “How did it go?” “Oh, we didn’t capture the prince, sir.” Jules said nervously. Enzo clasped his hands behind his back as he walked around the area where she had been tortured minutes before. “And who allowed you to attack the prince? Who gave you that order?” “No one, sir. We took it upon ourselves when we heard he had entered the north. We’ve been searching for him for days and finally found his camage along the back road.” Darrell stood up straighter when Enzo neared him, but only came up to Enzo’s shoulder. “Something as serious as an attack on a price should always go through me first, do I make myself clear?” Enzo tumed his stare on the both of them with his back to her. She tried to scream again but it barely made a squeak. For a second, his head tilted slightly towards the door as if he was listening for something. “Of course, sir!” Darell said quickly. He raised his voice as if he could drown out the distant sounds of

killed the rest of the men that you left behind.” Doris swallowed. A rush of relief filled her, at least he was alive and well. She hoped he was far from their reach and closer

he slid down. Doris hesitated for a minute. Why would she trust him? They were all apart of the same pack and he looked stronger than both of them combined. What if he wanted to do worse to her? No, they said he didn’t like harming women. He sounded angry at them for even taking her… didn’t he? Enzo’s eyes flickered to a part of the floor where her blood remained. He growled and turned to Jules. “ What did you do to her?” “We… we tried to see what the prince was doing here. We were afraid he was planning an ambush with the palace.” Jules backed away from Enzo. Enzo forced open the door and found Doris bloodied and tied up. He quickly leaned down and uncovered her mouth before he worked at the ties. “Please…” Doris coughed, her throat was so dry and sore, it hurt to breathe. “Help me…” “I’m going to get you out of here and somewhere safe.”

on her shoulders to steady her. She hadn’t even realized she’d been swaying “May 1?” He asked before he picked her up and carried her like a bride. Doris laid her heavy head against his shoulder as he carried her out the door. The bite of cold wind almost made her eyes water again. Enzo loaded her into a small, warm carriage that looked a lot different from the one she rode in with the prince. This one had soft cushion and was dark red instead of blue. Doris felt her sense of vision flicker for a moment as he wrapped her in a warm coat. “Who are you?” Doris whispered. “My name is Lord Enzo, but you can call me