Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 I won‘t tell if you won‘t.

Doris watched the men wander back to their cottages without a single glance back at her and stood frozen in the snow. She watched as her breath form clouds of fog in front of her but made no effort to move towards warmth. “It won’t be hard for you to pretend.” Said a voice in her mind. Doris glanced around to make sure it hadn’t come from someone else. “What?” Doris asked out loud. Her voice sounded so small in the breath of wind. “That’s our mate, it’ll be say for you to pretend to be his wife.” Doris realized she was speaking to her inner wolf. She’d heard it speak a few times before, but both times she had been in a fever dream state where she wasn’t focused enough to understand what was happening. Now that she was more aware, she realized how strange it was to have something inside her speak to her like this. It sounded as if it knew

more than she could ever hope to, perhaps it did. But not about this. “He’s not our mate.” Doris said silently. She could have sworn the voice scoffed at her words. “Melody is his mate.” “We both know that’s not true. She faked her mark to take your place. Everyone knew he was looking for a mark.” “Doris?” A voice called from behind her. Doris turned to see Patrick standing a few feet away, his hands still stained in blood. Or perhaps she was imaging it again. She blinked and his hands were clean again. “What’re you doing out here?” “Oh, I was just… thinking.” Doris wrapped her cloak tighter around herself. The wolf inside her retreated and she knew they were done for now. Would it always be this way? Would the wolf inside her always come out to say its opinions even when they’re wrong. Patrick shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “It’s quite an odd place to be doing a thing like that. You’ll freeze to death.”

Doris nodded and went to back up a little towards her cabin until a thought stopped her. “How come the man

couldn’t heal himself with other Werewolf blood?” Patrick raised his brows at her question as if it was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard all day. “What do you mean?” “I mean, William was able to heal me with his. He didn’t need a cure, how come the man didn’t have someone just do the same? Patrick laughed a little, she frowned. What was so funny about her question? It had been on her mind ever since she saw how sick he was. Why didn’t he just … have someone give him blood like William did? “A normal werewolf’s blood can’t heal like William’s does. His blood is rare and not many can do what he does.” Doris’s lips parted a little. “Oh… is it because he’s royal?” “He’s royal, he’s an alpha. He’s not like any other wolf you’ll meet. No one can cure something as deadly as what you went through. He hoped it wouldn’t have resorted to you needing the blood because of the horrible coma it puts you in once you drink too much but he had to risk it.” Patrick shrugged and looked

up at the sky. “The cure doesn’t completely extract the poison like his blood does, so that’s why he didn’t consider it. It could have left you sick for months.” Patrick laughed again when he saw the stunned look on her face. “It won’t all be so confusing once you learn more about it all. Listen, you should get some rest. It’s been a long day.” He was right, she did need rest. But how would she sleep after what she just learned?