Page 6 of Delivered to My Elves

I had a match.

A match for two males looking for a breeder. Someone to have children with. That would be my only purpose in their lives. Have their babies. Be the children’s mother.

What happened once the kids were grown up? What if we had sex and I never got pregnant? What if their true mate showed up one day, staking a claim on them?

A thousand questions and more popped up in my mind, but the alternative was so much bleaker.

Waiting around for someone who may or may not be out there.

I looked through their pictures. They were elves. Not shifters. I didn’t know much about elves. I thought they were similar to fae but wasn’t sure. Did they have magic?

It didn’t matter. Sure, I was curious but they were so handsome, and my bear was as calm she had been the night I’d signed up for the app.

She approved. Of course, I hoped she would have more of a reaction once we met them but…wait, was I seriously considering this? Going to meet two strangers and enter into an agreement to have their children?

As I scanned their pictures for a second time, I acknowledged that yes, I was entertaining this situation. This was my chance to have a family. An unconventional family, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be care and respect.

I was so damned tired of waiting on love.

Instead of accepting the match immediately, I finished my lunch and walked back to the office. I sat at my desk and noticedRob’s office door was closed. The lights were off, the blinds closed.

“We were supposed to have a meeting in five minutes,” I whispered to another coworker. While we hadn’t ever spoken badly about Rob explicitly, she and I had exchanged some looks when he did something off the wall.

“He’s in another meeting,” she snickered. “His engagement cake is going stale in the breakroom, and he’s not with his—” Wendy started to type, ticking her chin to the office. The lights turned back on and the blinds opened.

I answered some emails, or pretended to, while the office drama unfolded.

The female emerging from Rob’s office wasn’t his mate.

She was an intern from another floor. I recognized her from her interview. She straightened her dress as she left the office, and she was missing one of her earrings.

To think I’d had a crush on this asshole.

I had my meeting with Rob a few minutes afterward. His office stank like sex and lust, making my bear want to shift and get out of here.

If this was how fated mates acted, I wanted none of it. Not one second.

At home, I showered and got into some comfortable clothes while I ate dinner.

My mind was made up.

I got on my phone and accepted the match and then sent Aerin and Callon a message. I didn’t need to wait for another match or see anyone else.

This time, I was following my gut feelings. And my beast’s feelings.

I may not ever have the love of a mate, but I would have the love of my cubs, and that would have to be enough.

Chapter Six

Aerin

I’d been in the greenhouse most of the morning talking to the plants and telling them everything I’d come to learn about Misty. She liked to read. She was smart from what we could tell by her job and where she’d worked.

She was gorgeous, of course, but there was more. My skin tingled when I read her profile. Aerin and I didn’t hesitate once we saw it. She’d opened herself up to all kinds of relationships, according to her account. She was a female on the hunt for a mate or mates but would accept a contract for breeding or even as a nanny. From what I could tell, she sounded like a female who needed connection to something. Maybe she’d been betrayed or someone had broken her heart.

There was one picture, now engrained in my mind, where her eyes were sad somehow. It was the most recent shot—a selfie.

I wanted to find out why and soothe her somehow—not the way I should be feeling about a relationship we’d deemed as transactional.

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