Mated to Dragons novel

---- 91. ANGEL Two weeks later and I woke up feeling like shit. The bed was empty, and I hated it. After getting used to spending day and night with my mates, I hated when they had to go do their royal duties. In a few days, I would probably also start doing royal duties. I knew Lucas was busy dealing with the Sutton situation. He told me everything that happened after he killed his mother.

Sutton had stepped down and there were a lot of things that needed to be done now that the people were aware of it. With a sigh, I rolled onto my side and tugged the sheets up to my chin. I was still tired even though I had been getting more than eight hours of sleep. My eyes fluttered closed, my body relaxing. But just as I was about to drift off to sleep again, my mind started racing. Istill hadn't gotten any answers about my mom. Nalan was very busy and had no time to talk to me.

I had a feeling it was her mate making the decisions for her. It was clear the last time they were here that there was tension between my mates and Knox. Xavier said it was because of what they were. ---- I didn't understand it much until he explained it more. As it was. Dragons didn't get along with a lot of other shifters . Apparently, dragons were ancient shifters, something Ihadn't known until Xavier pointed it out. They were hard to kill because of their size and strength.

It seemed like I still had a lot to learn about my mates. I still couldn't get over the fact that my mom wasn't human. There was little I could remember about her. She seemed perfectly normal. If we had more time together, would she have told me the truth? Sadness filled me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, but tears continued to fill my eyes. I tried imagining how things would have been if she was still alive. Would I have ever found my way into this realm?

Nausea had me jerking upright and hurrying into the bathroom .I dropped to my knees and clutched the toilet as bile rose in my throat. I was shaky and sweaty by the time I was done. After sitting there for a few more seconds to make sure that I was done, I wiped my mouth with some toilet paper and then got my feet. Brushing my teeth and using some mouthwash, I ---- opened the taps until the temperature was right.

Pulling the nightshirt off, I dropped it to the floor and stepped under the warm water. A sigh fell from my lips. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back to wet my hair. I was reaching for the shampoo bottle , but another hand beat me to it. My eyes snapped open as I spun around. Nate smiled at me when our eyes locked. He gripped my hip with one hand and turned me back around. I closed my eyes again and relaxed as he washed my hair and added conditioner.

When he was done with my hair, he grabbed the soap and continued to wash my body. By the time he was done, I was finding it hard to keep my hands to myself. I wanted him, and Nate knew it. He turned, moving me out of the spray of the water, and pressed me back against the tiled wall. Dropping to his knees, he gripped my leg under my knee and lifted, guiding my leg over his shoulder. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned forward.

For a few seconds , he pressed his cheek against my lower stomach. I ran my hand through his hair until he pulled away.