Mated to Dragons novel

---- I walked over to Angel and crouched next to her. She didn't even stir when I reached out to tuck the blanket higher up. "She fell asleep a few minutes ago," he said softly. " Your mate has a strong will. She wouldn't go to sleep until she knew the fight was over." "You've been keeping watch?" He nodded. "Like I said, I've been waiting for you. Sutton came for her, didn't he?" "Yes." I straightened and moved closer to him.

"Why are you helping us?" Father swallowed and hesitated a moment before he took a seat. He reached for a glass bottle and poured dark liquid into a cup, but he didn't offer me any. After downing the cup, he poured more and then sighed. "JT loved your mother ," he said softly. "I worshiped the earth she walked on, but I realized now that she never felt that way about me.

I was just a means to get what she wanted, just like you." "Tm trying to understand father." "She wanted you to be king because she thought that you would be easily manipulated . You made it clear that you weren't willing to marry anyone unless it was your true mate. If you were King, she would have ---- kept her title." "We already figured out that everything is about the power." He nodded. "She wants to rule the realm.

Power hungry and ruthless." "Why didn't you step in before?" I took a seat next to him. "Why did you allow her to do all the things she did?" "Tt wasn't bad." He paused. "She did small things I thought were harmless. I never knew about her bigger plans, especially her plans to harm your mate after you bonded." "Would you have stepped in if you knew what she was planning?" "You know I would." His eyes locked with mine. " Your mate is special .

I see how you look at her, how happy she is with you. Keeping your mate safe is my way of making up for how I messed up in the past." I turned my head to look at Angel. "She's going to make a great queen," he said softly. My lips curled into a smile. "I know." Silence settled between us. "Can you help us fix the realm?" I asked him. ---- Father didn't answer immediately. My hope deflated. I was thankful for his help in protecting our mate. "T'll see what I can do, but I can't make any problems.

I don't know how many of the original witches are still alive." "Maybe Maurice can help you with it?" I suggested . "You want me to work with a warlock ," he growled . "He's one of the good ones," I told him. "Ts he?" Father scoffed. "They can't be trusted, son."