Page 5 of Delivered to My Shadow Unicorn Alphas

“I met someone. I think she’s my mate. My animal knows she’s my mate, but she wants more than one, and there’s only one person in the world I would share a mate with, and—”

“What?” I asked, thinking this was a dream of a dream of a nightmare.

“Stop saying what.”

The click of the light by my nightstand made me sit up and pay attention. Shaman didn’t make a habit of waking me up in the middle of the night, so this might be an emergency. But he said something about mate?

I rubbed my eyes and tried to get my brain moving. “You met someone? Where? I went to the city all day.”

“I…downloaded an app.”

Shaman should really get to the point. First a mate and now an app? “Start from the beginning. Don’t leave anything out.”

“I downloaded an app. It’s for finding your mate. I found her, but she wants more than one mate.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

“Because there’s no one else I would even think about sharing a mate with. Can I sign you up? Do you want to see her picture?”

“Picture? No. It’s the middle of the night.”

“So, can I sign you up? It’s free.”

I wanted him to do whatever it took to make him go away. I valued my sleep more than most things in life. “Fine. Sign me up. Is it all about this one person?”

“Amber. That’s her name. She’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. She’s it for me—maybe for us. Can I sign you up or not?”

“Will you leave me in peace?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Go for it.”

I drifted off into dreamland again.

The next morning, I shot up in bed. My memory of the night before was hazy, but I recalled some of the major points.

Mate.

Amber.

Dating App.

Sharing a mate?

I threw off the covers and noticed my phone wasn’t on my nightstand. Oh yeah, he was signing us up.

“Shaman!” I yelled and padded down the stairs to the kitchen where the smell of coffee and blueberry biscuits filled the air.

“I’m here. Hope you’re hungry. I’ve been trying this blueberry butter swim biscuit recipe.”

“Did you sign us up for some kind of mating app? Someone named Amber?”

His smile grew, and all the recipes and coffee were long forgotten. “Yes. You said it was okay.”

“It is? I don’t know. Tell me everything.”

He reached for the coffee and, Goddess bless him, he let me get through half a cup before continuing. “I signed up for the Mail-Order Matings app because we’re almost thirty and our chances of meeting our mate up here in the mountains are slim to none.”

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