Page 8 of Delivered to My Fury

“Hey, that’s my word. Then again, kids these days do things differently. It might be fun. Checking out all the females looking for a shifter or two, or two shifters and a monster.”

Mabel was like family and knew our circumstance. She’d once had a reverse harem herself.

“Something to think about,” I murmured, going into my office.

Chapter Seven

Opal

The next morning when I woke up with my head pounding and my eyes burning, I regretted my little return to bourbon.

The hangover sucked. At least I hadn’t slept with any strangers.

I’d had dreams all night of running from lions and bears and wolves and then, out of nowhere, they shifted into the hottest men I’d ever seen.

My brain flooded me with memories while I showered and brushed my teeth. Shit. I’d signed up for that app. The one that promised that anyone could find their mate through their service. The one that showed humans with monsters. Monsters with shifters. Shifters with humans and more shifters.

There were so many available pairings, the bourbon wasn’t the only thing that made me dizzy.

I remembered giggling at the vast and yet extremely personal questions. Did I prefer a specific kind of shifter? Did I want more than one partner? A harem? There were even options for nannies, mates for practical purposes, breeders, and, to my surprise…orcs and gargoyles and even a unicorn shifter.

The thing was, I didn’t have a preference. No, I didn’t want to be anyone’s breeder or nanny, but beyond that, all I wanted was to be loved and cherished. I deserved that.

Did I click the box for a reverse harem?

I thought so.

Ugh, the whole thing was hazy.

I went to the kitchen where I indulged in a protein-heavy breakfast, hoping that, plus some electrolytes and coffee, would pull me from the hangover and make this throbbing between my temples go away.

By the time I’d cleaned up the kitchen and put on some laundry, I’d decided to get off the app. I didn’t even know if I wanted a shifter for a mate. I’d given up on finding the right guy and married science years ago.

The only thing I wanted was love and commitment and trust. What form that came in, I honestly didn’t care.

I plucked my phone from the charger. My thumb hovered over the app, intending to press it until it wiggled and delete it.

And I almost did. Until I saw how many notifications were at the top of the screen. Another one popped up as I deliberated.

I had a match?

Already?

Goddess, I hoped I didn’t use a selfie from the night before. That would’ve been a hot mess.

“Well, I should at least see who was a match. That couldn’t hurt.” I spoke out loud even though I was alone in my home. I sat at the table with some hot tea and scrolled through my options.

What I saw shocked the hell out of me.

Here I was about to give up on this app, and I had more than five matches already. An eagle shifter. A wolf shifter. Two bear shifters. And a demon?

When I reached the bottom of the list, there was a notification on the app saying the algorithm was still finding matches for me. To give it more time to generate mates.

What? There would be more?

Hell, I hadn’t even thought I would get one.

I clicked through the profiles and, while each one was sexy and gorgeous, they simply didn’t call to me.

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