Daniel chuckled as Lucas and Jake
argued over whose lap Leyland was going to sit in. Leyland just stood to the
side rolling his eyes. That seemed to be a regular occurrence with those
three. Daniel had seen it time and time again since the three men had become
mated.
He saw it in the other people that
sat around the small fire pit as well. Ryland was curled up with his mates,
Gregory and Viktor. Cary sat between his mates, Saul and Ryce. Micah sat with
his mates, Caleb and Thomas. Even Sasha was curled up with Vadim.
Daniel was the odd man out. Not even
Niko, Vadim’s brother and pack beta, was around. Niko was off spending time
with his father. Daniel sat all alone, no mate to cuddle with. As miserable as
that was, Daniel was used to his single status, even if he didn’t like it. And
that fact was pretty sad.
“You’re the last unmated member of
the pack, Daniel.” Leyland giggled from where he now sat in Jake’s lap. “We’re
going to have to find you a mate now. There are plenty of single men on the
island to pick from.”
Daniel gave Leyland a half smile.
“I’m good, Leyland, but thank you.”
Sasha scoffed at Daniel from his
position on Vadim’s lap. “Daniel, how can you say that? Having a mate is,
well, it’s everything we search for our entire lives. We need our mates.”
This so wasn’t a conversation
Daniel wanted to have. “I’m fine, I promise you.”
“Daniel, you’re not fine,” Leyland
argued. “You need to find your mate. You need to have the bond that a mate
brings to you.”
Daniel grimaced. “Please, Leyland,
let’s just drop it.”
“Daniel—” Leyland started only to be
interrupted by Jake.
“Baby, you need to drop it,” Jake
said. Daniel sent him a grateful smile. “Daniel will find his mate when it’s
time.”
Daniel’s gaze looked out beyond the
firelight as he mused over Jake’s words. He had never explained to Jake about
his life with his former pack beyond saying that he had been kicked out for
being gay. Some things were just too painful to discuss.
A movement out by the lake caught
his eyes. Daniel looked closer. His gaze settled on the figure of a lone man
walking along the edge of the lake across the meadow from where Daniel sat.
He could just make out the man’s
striking face from where he sat, but what he couldn’t see in the fading
sunlight Daniel could see in his head. He knew the man had a strong masculine
face, blond hair the color of straw, and eyes as blue as the deepest ocean.
A scar ran from the corner of the
man’s left eye down to the edge of his square jaw line. The soft smattering of
hair across his muscular pecs was dark brown. It matched the dark shadow that
always seemed to be on his face no matter how often he shaved.
The hands he had shoved into the
pocket of his jeans were thick and callused from hard work. Daniel knew that
as rough as they were, they could be soft and gentle and drive a lover to
distraction.
And the deep raspy voice that could
whisper sweet nothings enough to make someone swoon could deliver a killing
blow, ripping the heart out of even the strongest man. Daniel knew because it
had happened to him.
His eyes never wavered from the lone
figure, even as he clenched the beer bottle in his hand until the brown glass
shattered. He barely heard the gasps of those around him, the words of
concern. He only saw the man walk away until he was out of Daniel’s sight.
“Daniel?”
Daniel looked down to see Leyland
kneeling at his feet, concern written all over his face. It was only then that
Daniel realized that he had a broken beer bottle in his bloody hand. He swore
under his breath and shook his hand free of any loose glass.
He used the firelight to light his
hand and pulled out any remaining glass. Pulling his shirt over his head, he
wrapped it around his hand. He felt like an idiot. Daniel climbed to his feet
with the intention of leaving his circle of friends before he embarrassed
himself any more. He had walked just beyond the edge of light when Leyland’s
voice stopped him.
“Is he mad at me? I didn’t mean to
make him mad. Was it because I kept telling him he needed to find his mate?”
Leyland’s quiet voice wavered as he spoke. Daniel knew he couldn’t let Leyland
think it was something he had done.
“No, Leyland, it was nothing you
said,” Daniel said quietly.
“I’m sorry if I upset you, Daniel,”
Leyland said quickly. “I guess I’m just so happy with Jake and Lucas that I
want everyone to feel that way. I want everyone to find their mate.”
Daniel’s eyes strayed to the edge of
the lake again. He desperately searched the area for one last look of the man
that haunted his dreams. Or maybe they were his nightmares. When he found
none, he turned and smiled weakly at Leyland.
“I already found my mate, Leyland,
several years ago.” Daniel looked down at the ground before anyone could see
the tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. He would be so embarrassed if
anyone found out how much misery that that statement caused him.
“You’ve already found your mate?”
Leyland cried out.
Daniel nodded, not lifting his head.
“You remember that man at the pier, the tall one with the straw colored hair
and deep blue eyes? He was talking with Gregory and Viktor when we arrived.
His name is Brom McGregor. He’s my mate.”
“If he’s your mate, then why in the
hell aren’t you two together? Doesn’t he know you’re mates?” Leyland asked.
Daniel smirked. “He knows.”
“Then why—”
Daniel looked up at Leyland. He
tried to smile at Leyland but knew he had failed miserably when Leyland’s sad
little eyes looked back at him. Daniel felt a single tear fall down his cheek.
“He doesn’t want me.”
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