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? Protective
? Territorial”
What kind of dating preferences are these?Aiden wondered, randomly selecting options while taking another swig of wine.
“What’s your preferred night activity?”
? Hunting
? Prowling
? Running under moonlight
? Netflix
“Is this a dating app or a questionnaire for wilderness survival camp?” he muttered, selecting Netflix with an eye roll.
The final question made him pause:
“Do you believe in fated mates?”
? Yes
? No
? I’m open to being convinced
After a moment’s hesitation, his finger hovered over “No” before switching to “I’m open to being convinced.”
Drunk me is apparently more romantic than sober me. Fabulous.
He uploaded his most flattering photos (the thirst trap from his verified Instagram, a candid laughing shot from a friend’s wedding, one showing his full-sleeve tattoo, and a carefully posed hiking picture that suggested he enjoyed outdoors activities way more than he actually did).
The app processed his information with another moon animation before a message appeared:
“Welcome to LunaLove, Aiden. The stars have aligned. Your perfect mate awaits. We’ll notify you when the moon reveals your match.”
“Whatever, moon app,” Aiden murmured, tossing his phone aside and settling deeper into his pillows. “Surprise me.”
* * *
Fifteen miles away, in a rustic cabin at the forest’s edge, Dylan Silverwood paced the length of his living room, the wooden floorboards creaking beneath his heavy footsteps. At 6’3” with shoulders broad enough to fill any doorframe, movement in the modest space resembled a caged predator prowling its confines.
“This is ridiculous,” he growled, amber eyes flashing as he glared at his packmate sprawled comfortably on his couch.
Theo, his beta and lifelong friend, didn’t bother looking up from his phone. “The pack elders are on your ass about finding a mate. You’ve turned down every eligible wolf they’ve introduced you to. This app is your last resort before they start with the arranged mating ceremonies.”
Dylan’s lip curled slightly, revealing teeth just a bit too sharp for a human. “A dating app for supernatural creatures. What could possibly go wrong?”
“LunaLove has a 98% mate-match success rate,” Theo replied, finally looking up. “All the young packs are using it. It’s how Ramirez found his vampire mate.”
“And that’s going well, is it?” Dylan’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
“They’re working through the blood-drinking thing,” Theo shrugged. “Point is, the app works. It’s got some kind of ancient magic algorithm.”
Dylan ran a hand through his dark hair, frustration evident in every line of his powerful body. At thirty-two, he was in his prime as an alpha, but the pressure to find a mate grew with each passing moon. His wolf was restless, craving its other half.
“Fine,” he finally muttered, snatching the phone from Theo’s outstretched hand. “But when this fails spectacularly, you’re the one explaining to the elders.”
