With each passing day, Ryland wanted to scream in frustration.  He loved being mated to Draco.  He even loved the town.  He’d made more than just a few friends and cherished each new relationship he’d formed.  Why couldn’t he just let himself be happy?

But he couldn’t.

It was like a piece of his soul was missing.

A piece he had no idea how to find.

“Are you ready to tell me what has you down?”

Ryland’s heart sped up as he heard Draco’s voice on the edge of the clearing.  He turned, the happiness at being mated to this man shoving all the doubt and uncertainty to the side.  When Draco put his strong arms around Ryland and pulled him close, his negative feelings disappeared altogether.

“How can I be down when I have you in my life?” It was something Ryland had been asking himself each time he went into the same funk.  None of it made any sense, yet it still seemed to happen.

But Draco wasn’t going to be put off this time.  “Gràdh, please talk to me.”

How could Ryland deny his mate such a simple thing.  If only he didn’t hate himself for being such a failure it would be so much easier to talk about.  But he had to try. He owed it to his mate.  “I guess I’m having a hard time.”  Can you say understatement?

“Are you not happy being mated to me?” The worry lines that appeared around Draco’s eyes made Ryland want to cry for putting this amazing man through this.

He should have just manned up and admitted what was wrong from the beginning.  Reaching up, Ryland smoothed out those lines on Draco’s face with his fingers.  “God, no,” he insisted.  “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Then what is it, gràdh?”

Ryland let out a long sigh.  It was time to put his big boy panties on.  “I hate being a failure.”

Draco looked at him as if he’d lost his damn mind.  “What are you talking about? You haven’t failed at anything.”

But he had.  He’d just been too chicken to admit it.  “I’ve been here for two weeks and I still haven’t found anything I’m good at.”  He looked down at his feet and mumbled, “Maybe I should just suck it up and ask Jari if I can work for him.”

When Draco didn’t say anything after a few minutes, Ryland looked up to find him with that same look on his face that said Ryland was crazy.  “You think you’re a failure because you don’t have a job?” His mate’s voice seemed perplexed.  “I don’t get it.  I don’t have a job either.  Does that make me a failure?”

“What?” Ryland had no idea what Draco was talking about.  “You have a job.  You’ve been helping with the construction of this place.”  Already they had one house built and were working on the finishing touches inside another house over halfway built.  “You’re also Saber’s second.’

“Edrick is the alpha, not Saber, so being his second doesn’t actually constitute a job. As for the construction, we aren’t getting paid.  We’re all helping each other in order to get all our homes built.”  Draco leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips.  “So, no, gràdh, I don’t have a job either.”

“Huh.”  Ryland hadn’t really thought of it like that.  But whether Draco was paid or not, didn’t make much of a difference.  “Okay.  So you technically don’t have a job, but you do have a purpose.”  Too frustrated to remain in Draco’s arms, Ryland stepped back and started pacing.  “Me?  I can’t seem to do anything around here.”

He’d tried.  He did.  But each time he did, he only proved he would never measure up to a shifter.  “I can’t lift as much as everyone else can.  Everyone else seems to be able to climb into the rafters with little effort and no safety harnesses, while I nearly broke my neck when I tried to climb to the second story.”

That had been embarrassing.  Not to mention terrifying.  Thankfully, Draco had been nearby and caught him before he’d been hurt, or worse.  “I also tried to work for Nole, but someone came in with a bone sticking out of his body.” Just remembering that had Ryland’s stomach roiling once more.  “I fainted.”  If only that had been the worst of it.  Ryland threw his hands up in despair as he told the rest of the story.  “But not before throwing up all over Nole’s office, including Nole and the patient.”

A noise that sounded suspiciously like muffled laughter had him spinning around to face his mate.  Even though Draco wasn’t laughing, his eyes sparkled with merriment.  “That wasn’t funny,” he demanded with a stomp of his foot.  “According to Iniko, who loves bringing it up whenever anyone is around, the guy who was hurt, Kurt I think his name was, had to help Nole clean up enough of the office so Nole could pop the bone back into place.”

Ryland didn’t think he’d ever be able to face Nole or Kurt again.  “Then, after he was treated, Kurt had to help Nole pick me off the floor so Nole could make sure I wasn’t hurt.”

Draco didn’t bother to hold back his laughter this time.  Pissed that his mate would laugh at him, Ryland turned on his heel and stalked away from him.

“Oh come on, gràdh.  You have to admit that was funny,” Draco tried to say, although it was hard to understand him around the laughter.  When it was obvious Ryland wasn’t amused, Draco sobered up.  “I’m sorry, Ryland.  You’re right, I shouldn’t laugh.”

Ryland didn’t stick around to accept his mate’s apology as he continued walking away.  Too bad, like everything else, shifters had no trouble keeping up with him.

“Come on, gràdh.”  Draco grabbed Ryland’s arm and spun him around.  But it was Draco cupping his face that had Ryland completely forgetting why he was mad at his mate to begin with.  It was annoying that it just required a loving touch for Ryland to forgive and forget whatever they were arguing about.  Although, he had to admit, it came in handy when he was the one needing to be forgiven.

“I think you need to give yourself a break,” Draco said after he placed a soft kiss upon Ryland’s lips. “I think the problem isn’t that you aren’t good at those jobs, but that you don’t want to do them.  Maybe you should try something you enjoy.  You seem to love being outdoors and being around nature.”

One would think, but apparently that wasn’t true either.  “I tried helping Pryor and Wray but after nearly wiping out an entire crop of potatoes, which they claim was nearly impossible, they said I’ve got a black thumb and won’t let me anywhere near the crops.”  Pryor and Wray were two of Saber’s men who had been busy getting the farm back up and running.

It hadn’t seemed like a difficult job and, like Draco said, it involved being outside and working with nature, so Ryland had asked the two men if he could help.  They had welcomed the help until he’d accidently ran over the potato patch with a tiller and destroyed nearly half of what they had managed to plant.

That job had only lasted two hours before he was once more told he was a failure, not that either man had said those words, but Ryland had heard them just as clearly as if they had.  Maybe he wasn’t good at anything.

“Before Refugio imprisoned you, what did you do?” Draco asked.

Ryland shrugged.  “Nothing.  I had only just graduated high school the year before and I was working any job I could find to earn enough money so I’d be able to go to college.”

Draco’s eyes lit up.  “Why don’t you go to college?”

If only.  But that just wasn’t possible.  “In case you’ve missed it, we live in the middle of nowhere.  The nearest campus is at least two hours from here.”

Draco narrowed his gaze at Ryland.  “There is such a thing as taking classes online, you know?”

He did.  But that wasn’t an option either.  “I can’t afford the classes, or the computer to take the classes without a job.”  Depressed, he leaned his head against Draco’s shoulder.  “Which leads us back to the fact that I can’t seem to do any job without screwing up.”

“Ah, gràdh, that isn’t true.” His mate held him closer, giving Ryland comfort. “As for paying for it, we have more than enough money.”

“No. You have enough money.”  There was no way Ryland was going to be some sort of kept mate.  He was going to earn his way.  “I have nothing.”

This time it was Draco who pulled away from him and Ryland wasn’t so sure he liked that, especially when he saw the wounded look on Draco’s face.  “But we’re mates,” Draco said as if that explained everything.

“It doesn’t change the fact that it was you who earned that money, not me,” Ryland insisted.

“So, if it was you who had made the money, you wouldn’t share it with me?” Draco asked.

Damn his logic.  Ryland was really getting sick of having to argue with logic.  It made all his points harder to win.  “Of course, I would,” he said.  “But it’s bad enough I’m not good at anything, I’m not going to let anyone accuse me of not being able to make my own way. It would take me years to pay you back if I went to college.”

His mate sighed.  “Ryland, you do understand you’ve mated a shifter, right?”

Ryland blinked up at his mate, not having any idea what in the hell that was supposed to mean.  “Of course, I know that.”

It was Draco shaking his head from side to side that indicated his mate could tell Ryland wasn’t understanding something.  “Your lifespan will now match mine and I’ve already lived more than a millennium.  You will have plenty of time in your life to work and make money.”

“A millennium,” Ryland repeated.  Sure, he’d known how old Draco was, but somehow he had missed that by mating Draco he was going to live as long as him.  “Just how long do dragons live?”

Draco’s shoulder went up in a half shrug.  “We’ve been known to reach ten millennia.”

Ryland’s knees went weak and he started to sink to the ground but, like he had since they’d met, Draco was there to catch him.

“Will you please agree to using our money to go to college?” Draco asked.

Too stunned to be able to think, Ryland nodded his head.  He probably would have agreed to anything at that point.  Although, if he were honest, deep down, he knew Draco was right.  They were mated.  It was time for him to learn to lean on someone.