I already know. I was forsaken by the Goddess. As a 35 year old beta male, I have no mate. Since my 18th birthday, I anticipated the meeting with my mate. I knew he would be perfect for me. Like I would be for him. I waited. And waited. As I grew older, people around me started getting worried. 'It's not normal...' 'Why didn't he meet his mate already?' 'A good beta needs his mate.' I was also worried. In spite of this, I firmly believed my mate was somewhere out there. However, after more than 15 years, even I wasn't so sure of that anymore. DISCLAIMER: This is a (consentual) bdsm-themed gay romance story. If you have a problem with any of that, I kindly ask you to leave.