Page 12 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers

Sounded too easy.

Too perfect.

Too good.

As I thought about it, Jenny wasn’t the only one I had told. I had joked with coworkers about aliens beaming me up. Some at my book club as well.

Maybe they had set me up.

Some elaborate joke.

Never been bullied before, but there was a first time for everything.

I had to find out the truth. I washed my face at the sink and then patted it dry with paper towels that could double as sandpaper. The mirror showed my face as a splotchy mess, but they would have to deal with it.

“Are you okay?” Farsel asked. His brow furrowed over his perfect nose and he gripped the edge of the table.

“Depends,” I answered. “This is all too uncanny for me. If you’re working for someone or with someone to play a joke on me, then just tell me. I’ve told people over the years that I thought one day I wanted to have an alien mate.” I whispered the word alien, just in case there was someone listening in. I suspected it was all a secret. Shifters were more accepted these days, but aliens…that was pushing it. The last thing I wanted to do was get them in trouble or discovered, joke or not. I didn’t wish bad things on people. Ever.

Farsel and Tylan exchanged a glance. More than that. It looked like they were sharing a conversation without speaking a word. I wondered if they were telepathic. How fun would that be?

“We don’t understand, Amaris. We don’t work for anyone. Do you not believe us?” Tylan asked.

I wanted to. I wanted to believe more than anything that these two dreamy aliens had joined the app, and somehow luck had smiled on all of us and we found love.

It all seemed too good to be true.

Things that were good for us came at a price. They had to be worked for. Struggled for. Right?

Sexy aliens didn’t just land in a girl’s lap.

“I don’t know.”

Chapter Twelve

Farsel

“I hope you will believe us because I don’t have much time to explain.”

Even to me that sounded odd, and judging from Amaris’ expression, she shared that opinion. “Did you have an appointment after breakfast?” She shifted in her seat, going from confused to uncomfortable. Our mate didn’t have to speak for us to read that in her. “Maybe we should do this another time.”

“No. That’s not what I mean. If we don’t mate in the next week or so, I’ll die.”

“That’s not even funny.” She moved to stand, and I reached for her then let my hand drop, not wanting her to feel coerced. “I should go.”

“Please, don’t go,” Tylan said, doing what I hadn’t and taking her hand in his. “We can’t explain in great detail here, but we can eat and get to know one another. And then, if you trust us enough to want to know more, we’d like to invite you to dinner at our home. I promise, we’ll answer any question you ask to the best of our abilities at that time.”

Her gaze flicked from one of us to the other. “Well, I am hungry, and their waffles are crazy good here.” She shook her head and sighed. “I must be the crazy one though.”

The serving person returned and filled a cup for our mate then took our orders. We all had waffles with fresh berries on them and Amaris also ordered some bacon. Once he’d left, I asked,

“So, dinner?”’

“Let’s take this one meal at a time,” she said. “Once we finish eating, I’ll let you know if I am up for coming over to your house. You have to admit, it’s a lot to take in.”

She was right.

“I understand.” My friend had a great way of speaking with people. “On a planet that does not have contact with others, it must be jarring to have two males express that they come from a place your technology could not get to in several lifetimes.”

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