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Goddess, that was what it was. I was about to look for a second husband. Life was weird sometimes.

“Are we doing this?” he asked with his head on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around me. “Joining the app?”

“If you’re still okay with it. Together. Transparent.”

He nodded.

“Will your wolf tell you if who we pick is right for us?”

“He will. It will be instant. Like the moment I found you.”

We shared some kisses with me pressed against the kitchen counter and then he rested his head on my forehead. “Let’s do this, baby.”

“Okay.”

We sat next to each other and got on the app. There was extensive questioning and information to fill out and by the time we were done and made our profile, we already had one match.

“Damn. That was fast,” he said, chuckling.

We looked at the man and there was something about him that struck me as off. I clicked not interested. Cypress agreed. We swiped around the app and looked at others interested in poly relationships. No one caught our eye. We had more matches, but I clicked off all of them almost instantly.

They simply didn’t attract me.

Then a name came up. Another match.

“Oh my god,” I said, and Cypress leaned over farther.

He shook with nervousness. “Is it him?”

“How many people are named Birch…that are the same age as you?”

“Swipe the pictures, please. That one isn’t exactly clear.”

I did. Cypress was getting more anxious by the moment. He ended up taking the phone from me, clicking on each picture, and then zooming in. Looked at more. Zoomed in more. Checked the profile.

This Birch was from the same place Cypress was.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” I asked, touching my mate’s arm, knowing it would help to calm him. It was one of the best things about mates. Their touch could instantly soothe anything.

“It is. I never thought. We just got on here. I thought if we found him, it would take months.”

I let out a breath. “Thought or hoped.”

Cypress nailed me with a stare. “Both. I wanted to find him, but I knew what would come after if I did.”

“But you said you wanted this. This was what you expected.”

“It’s happening so fast,” my mate whispered. “But it feels right. My wolf is excited and happy and when I think about him and you and being here with us…it doesn’t feel wrong.”

Chapter Twelve

Birch

The app matched me with a couple. I hadn’t specified a reverse harem, prepared to be beyond grateful if I found one person to be my mate. I’d even talked myself into being willing to accept a chosen mate if a fated did not show up.

It seemed like quite a leap of faith. Dating apps could be risky. I’d watched documentaries about them, some true crime. But I had also done a deep dive on Mail-Order Matings specifically and found no instances of murders or robberies connected with the group. As I reviewed the requirements for signing up, I really got the impression they cared about who they allowed in.

Filling out all the information, I tried to make it clear that I was ready to settle down. My restaurant was doing well, so I had a steady income and wouldn’t be a drain on anyone else’s resources. I’d seen that happen too often in relationships, and I’d wondered why those involved, especially the alphas, didn’t put a little more effort into stability before striking out and starting a family.