Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Gather the boys

A full moon? She knew what that meant for the wolves, but she didn’t know why it would matter if she was there to witness it or not. Enzo gave no further hint for what that might mean or what would unfold and Doris was too exhausted to even ask. Doris made sure her window was closed tight and her door was locked before she dressed for bed. Her mind was wild and wouldn’t stop replaying the moment the man grabbed her. The smell of alcohol still haunted her senses and she swore it lingered around her as if it was stained on her skin. She pulled the covers over her head and prayed to the moon goddess for a bit of rest. Her luck had only seemed to be getting worse, perhaps it was fate telling her she wasn’t meant to survive so many close calls. Before she was marked, she never had one before. Now it was almost a weekly occurrence. Unless… unless it was the mark William had given her that left her with such rotten luck. Doris rubbed at her skin where the mark still showed underneath her clothes. No matter what she did, it wouldn’t heal as other scars did. It stuck out harshly against her pale skin

and brought back fresh memories of how she’d gotten it. Only when her own thoughts exhausted her did her body finally allow her to rest.

Something clamped tightly over her mouth in the dead of night. Doris woke to see an unfamiliar man standing over her bed. He squeezed her face and grinned down at her. He smelled like rubbish and looked as if he hadn’t bathed in months. “The palace likes their pretty things, don’t they?” Doris thrashed under his hold, but he only gripped her tighter. A cold gust of wind chilled the room, her window was left wide open but she swore it had been locked before she went to bed. “Ay, she is a looker. No wonder Stephen couldn’t keep his drunk paws off her.” Another voice said from across the room. A lanky boy around her age was seated on her dresser. He had her undergarments in his hand and he tossed them up in the air as if they were a ball. When he grinned, he had a few teeth missing in the front. “What’s that on her neck?” He hopped off the surface and shoved the cloth in his pocket before came to pull down her nightgown more. Doris kicked the boy in his chest. He let out a rough breath of air and stumbled back a bit

“Ooof, she’s a fighter.” “You dumb ass. Stephen said not to get too close. Tie her up or something.” The man holding her said. “With what? I didn’t bring no damn rope!” The boy neared Doris again and dodged her kicks this time. He bent over her to observe her neck again. “Look at this, she has a mate bite.” “No, no. Jules said she was bitten when she was kidnapped.” “Are you stupid? You can see that bite there,” He pointed to the other side of her neck. “This one is the mate one. It never heals.” The older man leaned closer to inspect it. He moved her nightgown down further than he needed to and Doris bit the palm of his hand as hard as she could. He screamed and yanked his hand back away from her and Doris was out of the bed in an instant. “You moron!” The boy shouted. He brushed back his greasy hair and went after her. She picked up the candles on the bedside table and threw it at his head. “Ow, you bitch!” “Get away from me!” Doris screamed. She picked up a glass vase and threw it at the older one when he tried to get closer to her. It smashed against his head and rained down bloody shards of glass against the floor.”

What do you want from me?!”

“Stephen sent us.” The boy spat. “He would’ve come himself if he wasn’t nursing his lost tongue. He wanted us to make sure we took care of you before the morning.” The boy took a step across the broken glass. “So why don’t you come over here nicely and we’ll get this over with.” “You‘re absolutely mad if you think you’re coming anywhere near me!” Doris grabbed the fire poker near the fire place and lifted it between them. She swung it at his head when he took another step closer. The boy ducked just in time, unfortunately. “I’ve had enough of this, get over here!” The old man roared. Doris swung the fire poker and caught him right in the side of the head. He went down with a hard thump. While she was distracted, the boy tackled her to the ground and pinned her wrists above her head. “Normally, I like it when a girl is rough, but not tonight.” He hissed through his teeth. Doris kneed him between the legs but he only tightened his grip and groaned. “Where’s your mate tonight, huh? Back at that big palace you left behind?”

shouted. She hoped someone would hear her eventually and come help her but But maybe she didn’t need anyone to save her. Maybe she could save herself. Doris glanced at the older man and saw he laid unconscious in his own blood. If she could get out from under the boy’s hold… “I will do that too, don’t rush me.” The boy grinned as if he was flirting with her. Doris knew wolves weren’t kind lovers, but this boy was deranged if he was turned on from any of