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I was almost done for the night when a message popped up in my inbox. It was from a new match and a new profile. In fact, the app said the profile had only been created the day before.

Gasping, I clicked on the message when I saw the word, the same word as before in the subject line. Urgent.

This profile had no picture but it had to be them. Fate wouldn’t do me that dirty and I only half believed in the concept—or the person? Some people talked as though Fate was a woman, weaving love into people’s lives. Either way, maybe she would help me.

The body of the message read the same.Please respond to this message, Amaris.They used my name again. Before using this app, I’d never experienced so many people taking the liberty of a pet name on first contact—shark shifter called me babe on his first message—but these men did not.

I had to take this chance. What was the worst that could happen?

His name was Tylan. The other message with the same wording was from someone named Farsel.

Farsel and Tylan. At least I had names for them both now. That was under the assumption they were the ones I was looking for.

I opened the chat window and sent them a message. What does one say to someone when you already rejected their friend?

Tylan,

Who are you? Have you messaged me before?

Jenny called after dinner, begging for an update. I thought maybe my best friend would say I was being picky but she cheered me on, encouraging me to follow my instinct.

I took my phone to bed with me that night, and as I was getting ready to sleep, it beeped.

I hopped over to it with one shoe still on and found a reply from Tylan.I have not messaged you before. You have a beautiful name, female. I’d love to talk more if you are interested.

Female.Something about that made me shiver. I’d heard Rex calling Jenny that a few times and figured it was a shifter thing. Tylan’s profile didn’t say much about his species, but I hadn’t put humans on my desired list.

I pushed away the alien notion from my mind. Just because I’d wished since I was a girl that my mate would be an alien didn’t mean it would happen for me. The most important thing was love and attraction and common interests.

A tail wouldn’t hurt though.

Chapter Eight

Farsel

Huddled under the blankets, I tried to summon the energy to get up and shower. The female I had picked out had blocked me, and I was sure she was the one. Having contacted her even that much, even without a positive response, had kicked my mating sickness into high gear. If I hadn’t found her, it might have allowed me more time, but as my father warned me, once the connection happened, everything moved fast.

I had assumed it meant a person-to-person meeting. Face-to-face rather than a message that hadn’t even been replied to, but judging by how awful I felt, it didn’t matter how minimal the connection.

Clutching my phone, I tried to work my way past the block to reach our mate again. Amaris was such a beautiful name, and her picture had shown me a female whose appearance matched her name. Not that her visuals like that mattered where mates were concerned. I’d never said I hope our mate is pretty—I’d hoped for intelligent, kind, with a good sense of humor. We would grow old together with wrinkles and other signs of aging, would probably never look better than we did right at this moment.

So, while she would be wonderful to look at now, those good qualities I sought would make her a pleasure to wake up next to even when we were old and gray. I didn’t have proof that she would be all those wonderful things, but she would be my mate and therefore perfect for me. For us.

But no matter how hard I tried or how many messages I sent to admin, I was unable to convince anyone to let me try again. If someone was blocked, then they’d made their choice, and nothing could be done. My phone was currently down in the kitchen because it was no use to me at all. I pulled the covers up to my chin and tried to go back to sleep. Our mate had rejected us, and although it might not kill him, having come so close to mating and losing her forever would hurt him deeply.

Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. But no because the only way he’d be able to go forward was in full knowledge of the fact that he’d never be able to meet his mate because I screwed it up for both of us.

I flipped the covers over my head and squeezed my eyes closed. After a while, during which time I lay awake and aching, a rap came on my open door.

“Farsel? Can I get you anything?”

Did he know I had mating sickness? I hadn’t told him so. “No, just lounging in bed for once. I’m fine.”

The blanket and sheet were pulled down, revealing the concerned expression on my friend’s face looming over me. “You’ve never lounged in bed in your lifetime. Are you sick?”

Did he guess? Humiliation surged through me. There was nothing worse than mating sickness among our people, and if anyone found out one member of our family—me—suffered from it, it would ruin all the rest of them. “I think I ate something bad last night. My stomach is a little upset.”

“We ate the same dinner. You look like shit, by the way.”

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