Mated to Dragons novel

---- 14. LUCAS "T don't have time for this now Arabella," I muttered without looking up. She hesitated in the doorway for a few seconds. Arabella stayed close to the door when she entered the room. She made sure to leave it slightly ajar for a quick escape if needed. "We need to talk Lucas." "There's nothing to talk about," I muttered. Iscanned the paper in my hand before placing it aside and reaching for other papers.

When Arabella stepped closer and reached for the papers, I did nothing to stop her. Her sharp intake of breath made my lips twitch. "Youre getting a slave?" "A submissive. There's a difference." "Who is she?" I slowly looked up at her. "It is none of your business, Arabella. As far as I'm concerned, our relationship is over." "Then release me!" she yelled. ---- Icalmly lowered the papers and then leaned back in my chair. My eyes darted over her.

She looked like the same woman I had married, but she wasn't. Underneath all the perfume she had sprayed on, I could still smell that man. Her lover. "Ts that his child?" I asked her. "I have had enough lies. You want to talk so let's talk! How long have you been fucking him?" She stayed silent which made me angrier. My wife, my Queen was the one who took a lover. A lover that knocked her up. Not me. It wasn't my baby. The fury slowly faded only to be replaced by sadness.

"Don't act like you're innocent !" Arabella spat the words at me. Asharp laugh fell from my lips. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I slowly stood. "Thave been nothing but faithful to you the moment I accepted the marriage proposal. I haven't looked at, touched, or fucked anyone else, but you." I growled. " Unlike you." "T want out Lucas ," she said softly. "For years I've been doing what everyone has been expecting of me. I can't do that anymore. I never wanted to be yours.

1 was forced into this. In the beginning, it was okay, but ---- I can't handle it now. I can't handle you touching me. It disgusts me!" "You agreed to the marriage! You agreed to try for a baby. You agree to all of this so don't fucking try to turn this on me. I will not let you walk away, Arabella. You have a duty as Queen towards your people. You stepped on that podium and made a promise to them when you became my Queen. You have duties and responsibilities .

Whether you want them or not, you will follow through." "You're a bastard Lucas!" Arabella screamed. "This is your fault! You're a cold man. If you had given me even an ounce of the attention you give to your people, none of this would've happened." I growled, but before I could reply, she stormed out of the room. Slamming a fist down on the table, I stormed over to the door and slammed it shut. It took a few minutes for me to calm down enough to focus on what I was doing.

Once I took a seat behind my desk again, I sucked in a breath and blew it out as I reached for the papers. "She signed it," I muttered, staring down at the papers. I could see why Arabella thought I was taking a submissive because my name was on the top of the ---- papers. Based on what she just told me, I wasn't even going to correct her. Awave of sadness filled me, but I instantly pushed it away.

I couldn't dwell on her affair at the moment or the fact that the baby she was carrying wasn't mine. I wasn't going to have an heir. Running a hand through my hair, I placed the files on the correct pile and then reached for the other papers. Xavier should be back soon with a list of things Angel needed . I was going to make sure that she got what she wanted and a few extra things. It probably didn't matter because Mason and Nate were going to spoil her rotten. I wished it could be me though.

ek I shook my head as I hurried towards the entrance of the castle. My eyes trailed around the crowded kitchen as I walked. Everyone working outside had been called into the castle or sent home when the storm when we caught sight of the storm approaching. Not only was the temperature going to drop drastically, but we were also going to be hit with heavy rain that might last for days, maybe even weeks. I searched for a familiar head of blond hair. I frowned. "Here you go, Sire."