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“Now Douglas…sign up for the app…I’ll help smooth things over,” Uzzi says, voice carrying just enough for me to catch.

I watch as Doug sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face like a man defeated.

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll Date to Mate or whatever it’s called. Just—please—make this stop.”

Carina snickers softly, suddenly she is standing beside me. “I almost feel bad for him.”

I hum, watching Doug nod solemnly as Uzzi claps him on the back like this is the best decision of his life.

Almost.

But not quite.

Because as ridiculous as it is, and as very much not ready as he looks for love, part of me wonders.

If this Wolf gets his curse lifted, and if he really does join Date to Mate, does that mean Doug will find his mate?

And even more, could he maybe be my match?

I shake the thought away, but I can’t quite wipe the stupid little smile off my face.

No way. Right?

That would be crazy.

Chapter 5

Doug

“Oh my fucking fuck, why won’t this thing work?”

I jab at the screen like that’s gonna make it any easier.

Stupid hunk of metal!

How did normals make it look so easy?

“It won’t work, Doug,” Horace rumbles with the patience of a boulder, “because you can’t scream at it or shred it with your clumsy Wolf claws. That is a state-of-the-art piece of machinery, you moron!”

He snatches the phone right out of my hands like I’m a misbehaving cub.

Okay. Fine. My claws did pop out for a second.

Maybe two.

But seriously. Have you ever tried typing in your height, weight, occupation, and deepest personal insecurities while your fingertips keep threatening to turn into lethal weapons?

Not easy, my friend.

Not fucking easy.

“Technology is stupid, not me. I got Bs and Cs in school, Mr. Grumpy Face,” I mutter, crossing my arms like a grumpy toddler.

Horace gives me the look. The you are the biggest idiot I know look.

And I just sigh.

I get that look a lot.

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