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“So why have you yet to mate?” her tone was gentle, just like always, her eyes imploring.

“Because he isn’t ready for something as serious as forever yet,” I admitted.

She nodded. “I was seventeen,” she whispered, her head turned to the left where her wall of pictures was. “Your uncle and I were young, but we were fated. There was no reason to wait for the inevitable.”

I swallowed, then nodded. Uncle Tim died at twenty, the reason Givanna never had any children, she simply stayed alone ever since he’d died in an accident while at work.

Her gaze met mine. “You never know how long you’ve got, my boy. If Milo isn’t ready, you just need to convince him that you aren’t going anywhere.”

“He’s not the one who wants to wait,” I explained. “I am.”

“But you said he’s not ready?”

“Because I don’t believe he is.”

“But isn’t that up to him to decide?”

Well, damn. “But aren’t I supposed to know what’s best for him? As his mate?” I tried.

“But you aren’t his mate, yet, are you?” she countered, one eyebrow raised.

I slumped back into my chair. Maybe she was right, she tended to be. Milo and I were fated and like Givanna had said, why wait for the inevitable?

I could try and seek him out to mend things between us, but I didn’t even have a clue if he still wanted me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, then began eating, praying this conversation was over with.

“Anytime, love, anytime.”

Chapter Seven

Milo

After my breakdown in the shower yesterday, I’d gotten a clearer vision on what I wanted to do with my life here in the pack. I knew Darius might never want me, and since no one else wanted me either, I was slowly getting used to the idea of being alone forever, however dark and depressing that sounded. Maybe it was a mature way of seeing things. I couldn’t very well get disappointed if my expectations were low enough to touch the ground, now could I?

I loved being in a pack, and even if I was the odd one, theunwantedone, I could still be useful.

While drinking my morning coffee outside on my patio, I’d sniffed the hint of Darius’ scent, but he wasn’t there. He’d likely just passed by on a morning run in his wolf form. It soured my morning routine, the scent enough to make my heart ache all over again. But I was still determined to be useful, I just needed to avoid Jeremy, Dad, and Darius.

Another scent mingled with the pine trees and I groaned into my coffee, preparing myself for another ruined morning.

Dad’s grey wolf form broke through the trees, his stride calm and unhurried as he approached me. Hetruly needed to stop showing up here and dampening my mood. I was already feeling raw and exposed from yesterday. He couldn’t just give me one day of peace?

His wolf form changed to human and with both hands on his hips he narrowed his eyes at me. I just kept sipping my coffee. I hadn’t invited him. If he wanted coffee this morning, he could very well get it himself. Or bother Jeremy, who’s house was way more inviting than my mid-renovation home was.

“Why aren’t you mated yet?” he demanded in lieu of a good morning.

I ignored the fact he already knew about me and Darius. Jeremy had likely told him about it and how I was rejected. “Good morning to you too, Dad,” I muttered, sipping my coffee and pretending my dad’s dick wasn’t right there in front of me.

“This isn’t funny, Milo,” he grumbled as he moved up the stairs until he reached where I sat and joined, wincing at the bite of cold the metal chairs offered his bare butt.

“I never said it was.”

He gave me the look he always did when he was disappointed in me. It was basically the only look he gave me nowadays. “I know you’re fated to be with Darius. So why aren’t you with him?”

Jeremy had definitely told him.

I shrugged. “Not really your business what my fated and I decide on.” I tried really hard to sound casual and not cry fromthe heartache. Darius’ scent still lingered in my nose, the tiny glimpse of him I’d gotten.