Page 19 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Okay. But that’s not her fault. I mean, she can’t choose her family or who her sister dates.

And well, the thing is, maybe I think she’s kind of adorable.

But nope.

It is still a very bad idea.

No way am I dragging a sweet thing like her into my mess.

I’m about to mentally double-down on that decision when Horace lets out a loud, rumbling snort from the other side of the room.

“Oh shit. Um, Doug?”

“What?” I grunt, already regretting whatever’s coming next.

He spins the phone toward me, Date to Mate app glowing cheerfully like it’s mocking me from another dimension.

“Congrats, man,” Horace drawls, tapping the screen.

“Looks like you’ve got your first match.”

I stare.

Blink.

Read the name on the profile.

Dina Coppola.

Oh, fuck me sideways.

My Wolf practically does backflips.

Horace wheezes out a laugh like he’s just found an abandoned jar of honey.

And me?

I just groan and drop my face into my hands.

Worst. Fate. Ever.

“No. Nope. Absolutely not.”

I’m mumbling into my hands like that’s going to erase the screen currently blaring my doom in neon pink.

99% Compatibility!

The app practically sparkles as if it’s proud of itself for ruining my life.

Horace is doubled over laughing, his big Bear shoulders shaking so hard he nearly spills his tea.

I try to follow suit, but the damn liquid gets stuck, and I choke. Literally.

Horace claps a hand on my back. Hard.

Probably harder than necessary.

“Breathe, Doug. It’s just a match. Not a mating ceremony.”

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