Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

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 in the small carriage. He watched her with a curious expression, but made no move towards her. How fast was the carriage moving? Would she be able to jump out? “That’s right, I am.” He pushed a blanket towards 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 go against what you want?” Doris shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. Her mind was close to shutting down along with her body. It would be so easy to lay her head back and let the sweet feeling of darkness overcome her senses. Enzo cleared his throat and brushed back his dark hair. “With every pack, 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 of rogues? After all of the horrible things she’d heard over the years about the rogues and what they were capable of-she was now seated across from the leader of them all. Her eyes drooped a little, she forced them back open to watch him. “Where are you taking me?” She demanded in a much stronger voice than she 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 you wish. Although, I would strongly advise against that considering you look as if you’re about to pass out.” | Doris glanced out the window and saw nothing but miles and miles of darkness and snow. Even if she wasn’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 alive was pure torture, every breath was worse than the last and her mind tried to convince her to close her eyes and rest even when she didn’t feel safe enough to “We still have a bit of a ride, you can close your eyes if you need to. You’re safe in here.” Enzo said gently. She probably looked like a scared, bloody rat to him. One of these days she wasn’t going to survive being beaten like that. It wouldn’t surprise her if she 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 fight to keep them open.

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 unbound and wild, a woman she didn’t recognize was pressing a warm cloth to her shoulder “This one was pretty bad,

her sit up and handed her a cup of cold water. It was pure pleasure feeling it against her sore throat. She gulped it dow greedily. “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. He came back to bring you a plate of food again but left to give you privacy.” The woman placed another pillow behind her back and set a plate of food on her lap. “You better eat every bit of that, you’ll be passing 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 into trusting them. Perhaps they would think she might tell them everything she knew about the palace if they were nice enough to her. Doris decided to play along into it for the time being, at least until she could get away from here and be safe again. “Thank you.” Doris lowered her gaze. The woman patted her knee gently. “You try to sleep once you’re finished. You lost a lot of blood and you won’t feel better until you do.” The bed shifted as Eliza stood and gathered the bloodied supplies, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I live right across the way.” She headed for the door. Once it was closed behind her, Doris got up as quickly as she could manage without passing 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 to keep here for questioning, Doris looked through all the drawers for some sort of weapon but only found extra clothes and towels. She carefully changed out of the night gown and pulled on a thick sweater and pants before she stepped into the boots she came here with. The room started to spin a little, she gripped the dresser and closed her eyes until everything was set right again. It would be so easy to lay down and sleep for a few more