“Gods you curse a lot, I sure hope you don’t talk like that around Maddison and Benjamin.”
“Stop changing the subject, Blayze!”
“I’m not changing the subject. More like I’m avoiding it.”
Jordan glared at Blayze until he finally relented. “Duncan should be the one telling you all of this, not me.”
“Well, he’s not here and I don’t feel like talking to him right now. So spill.”
“Fine, but for the record, anyone with eyes could see that you are his mate,” Blayze said to him. “Wait, what are you doing out here?” He grabbed at Jordan’s arm, stopping him from walking. “Shouldn’t you two be forming a bond?” His words trailed off. “Okay, what did the Alpha do to fuck up?” Jordan’s body felt as if it was on fire since Blayze put his hand on him. He wanted to pull away, but did not want to offend his friend.
“Alpha? Did you just call Duncan the Alpha?” he asked in surprise.
“Oh shit, he didn’t tell you? Fuck, he’s going to kill me.”
Taking pity on his friend. “No one is going to kill anyone. He just didn’t get to tell me.” Then a thought popped into Jordan’s head. “Blayze, how old are you?” He opened his lips to respond, and Jordan held up his hand stopping him. “Forget it; I guess you are just as old as Duncan.” He walked over to the bench and sat down, thankful that Blayze was not touching him anymore. The burning was still there at a low hum. He looked around, and it appeared that he’d unconsciously walked to the park. Blayze unbuttoned his blazer and sat down beside him. “Are you off to somewhere special?”
“No, I’m just coming back from meeting a friend,” Blayze answered him.
Jordan smiled. “A special kind of friend?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows making Blayze chuckle.
“Hardly, Tyson is more like a brother than anything else,” Blayze explained. “You can ask me anything, you know.”
Jordan nodded. “I know, I just keep wondering if I’m going crazy. Tell me I’m not crazy,” he whispered.
Blayze chuckled. “You’re far from it. If you’re looking for someone to blame, blame Gaia or fate. Put the blame on whoever you want. But we believe that our mates are a blessing. For a lykosian it’s the magic from the mistress of the moon, for others it’s from fate or the gods. Some lykosian historians believe, even though it’s never been proven, that she was the mistress and the true mate of the sun god.” A sad look crossed Blayze’s face, but he quickly masked it with a smile before Jordan could ask what was wrong. “Lykosians believe it’s Mistress Moon’s way of rewarding them with a mate for protecting her and the sun god while they slept.” Jordan sat listening intently. “You are his sodalis amans; his mate, Jordan. The other gods saw how lonely their protectors were and created someone that was tailored for them and no one else.”
“Mother Moon?” Jordan asked confused.
“The goddess of the moon that personally blessed lykosians with some of her power,” Blayze explained. “Sodalis amans are special for a reason, Jordan.”
“But he’s never been with a man, Blayze. Why can’t you both understand that.?”
“Should it matter?” Blayze asked.
“Yes,” Jordan answered.
“Why?” Jordan was about to answer the question but Blayze stopped him. “Once we find our mate the gender is completely irrelevant. It also doesn’t matter what sect you belong to, it is a known belief that our mate was made perfect for us. Those of us blessed enough to find our mates see that as a good thing. We cherish and protect them with every fiber of our being. Like I said, special.”
“Do you have a mate?” Jordan asked.
“We are not talking about me, let’s focus on you. So, answer my question from earlier. Why are you and the Alpha not cementing your bond this very minute?”
“I sort of freaked out and left.” Jordan bit on his bottom lip, contemplating if he should reveal his secret to Blayze.Why the hell not?“This might sound crazy, but when I was a kid, I had a wild imagination and would fantasize about being a wolf or being the mate of one. I loved camping outdoors when I knew it was a full moon. But that was all pretend and now…”
“That you know it’s all real, you don’t know how to handle it,” Blayze finished for him.
“Yeah.”
“I can see why you freaked. You probably thought you had finally lost your mind. But listen to me, Jordan, being the mate of a lykosian, or any sect for that matter, is the most wonderful thing possible. Your mate will be faithful to you and no one else. Once you're bonded, you will live as long as your mate. You won’t ever get sick, and you might even become a bit stronger.”
“Well, I hate to break it to you, I’ve never gotten sick in my entire life. Well, maybe once, but it only lasted a couple of days when I was around twelve I think it was. And don’t let my height and weight fool you, I’m pretty strong,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “I think so anyway.”
Blayze chuckled. “I’ve never met a man that thought he was weak.”
Jordan was about to laugh but doubled over holding his stomach. He felt as if he was about to throw up the contents of his stomach. Sweat broke out on his body. He felt Blayze’s hand on his back and whimpered in pain, his body felt as if he was in a pit of fire. Blayze removed his hand instantly. “Oh gods,” he panted. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Jordan, did you and the Alpha share any other bodily fluids besides kissing?” Jordan shook his head.
