Mated to Dragons novel

---- 47. ANGEL Mason disappeared for a few minutes after we finished our shower. I knew that Xavier was keeping guard outside the room. While I waited for him to return, I made the bed. My eyes darted over to the window. [hesitated a moment before I walked over to the windows to make sure that it was locked. With nothing else to do, I studied the room as I walked around it aimlessly. When I thought about my future, I always imagined myself working a nine-to-five job that I hated.

There was always going to be struggles with rent and shit. But now my future was different. I was bonded to a dragon shifter who just so happened to be a King, and his two brothers who also happened to be royalty wanted to bond me. I had no idea what it actually meant which was why I wanted to go to the library to find some books, especially on these topics. My eyes locked on the files scattered around the couches. I hesitated a moment and then moved closer.

It was easy to figure out what files went where, and it took me no time to organize them neatly on the coffee ---- table. Aknock on the door made me tense. [hurried into the bathroom when the door handle turned. With the door slightly ajar, I watched the man enter the room. He took two steps inside and then stopped. Frowning, he glanced around the room. His eyes lingered on the organized files for a few seconds and then darted to the bed.

With a shake of his head, he spun around and left, closing the door softly behind him again. I decided to stay in the bathroom in case he returned. It wasn't long before someone else entered the room. My shoulders slumped when Mason entered the room. Opening the door, I hurried towards him. "Who was in the room?" he questioned as soon as he spotted me. "A man. I don't know him," I told him. He frowned as he walked over to the coffee table. Lowering the tray, he glanced around.

"He didn't see you?" "Thid in the bathroom." "Good. Let's go eat in my bedroom ." Mason held a bag out towards me. "Take this and I'll take the tray." ---- Taking the bag from him, I peeked inside. My lips curled into a smile when I spotted the books. "Come on," he urged. I followed him to the other side of the room where he opened the door and glanced around to make sure that nobody was there. He held it open for me and closed it firmly behind me when I entered.

A few minutes later we were seated on the couch, plates with eggs and bacon on our laps. "How is it?" he asked. "Good," I told him. "Really?" He looked surprised. "Yes, it's good." Mason's lips slowly curled into a smile. "I made it myself, with supervision from the cook of course." A laughed, imagining him in the kitchen, cooking with an old woman standing at his back and giving him instructions. Maybe even hitting him on the back of his head when he did something wrong.

Taking out empty plates, he placed them aside and then reached for the bags of books to pull them closer. "T was hoping to have more time to talk about this," he said softly as he opened the book. "I had plans to