Page 11 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers (Mail-Order Matings #20)

Amaris

“Make a fuss?” I murmured mostly to myself. I never made a fuss. Fuss had never been in the same sentence as Amaris. Maybe as a child but never as an adult.

“Perhaps what we are would be shocking to a human. That’s all. No one is calling you dramatic. You are far from it.”

How they couldn’t see me shaking like a leaf across from them was wild.

“Just tell me so we can move on.” I didn’t realize until this conversation how preoccupied I was about what species these two gorgeous men were.

Farsel chuckled. He was a bit paler than Tylan and there were dark circles under his eyes, indicating he wasn’t getting a lot of sleep. An assumption, since I’d just met him. There was a chance he had allergies. “Lean in close.” I did as he asked without hesitation. “We are aliens. We are not from this galaxy and not from this planet. We are not human at all.”

I sat back and bit down on my lips, determined not to make that fuss I so well denied would happen.

Instead, a giggle bubbled from me. “You’re telling the truth?”

“We would never lie to you, Amaris.”

Tylan’s voice was steady and his eye contact didn’t cease as he spoke the words.

“Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” I shot up from the booth and nearly sprinted toward the bathroom. I went into the first available stall, shut the door behind me, and pushed my back against the cold metal. Forcing about a dozen long, deep breaths, I let what they’d told me seep in.

They were aliens. Not from this planet. Not even from this galaxy.

My first reaction was disbelief. They had put shifter on their species. I had expected something like wolf or bear or even something strange like giraffe, but shifters didn’t change into aliens.

Aliens.

It all felt like a gag now. All the conversations we’d had since making contact. The way they already seemed to know me on a level even though today was the first time we’d met.

Aliens.

Of course, I had wanted to be the mate of an alien or two since I could remember. I dreamed of them finding me and whisking me away to another place where all of life’s tedious problems failed to exist and I could be loved and love in return.

But to hear it? To be in the middle of what I’d dreamed of?

There was no way this could be real.

No freaking way.

I mulled over all the possibilities while I cried and kicked the doors and even the toilet in front of me. Good thing there was no one else in here, or they might’ve called the police. A mad woman in the stalls.

The only person who knew about my dream of mating with an alien was Jenny. But she was my best friend, and the thought of somehow her playing a trick on me was out of the question. I trusted my best friend.

Fate? Could this person who puppeteered other people’s love lives make it this simple for me?

Download an app.

Meet some hot, beautiful, perfect aliens.

Have my happily ever after?

Sounded too easy.

Too perfect.

Too good.

As I thought about it, Jenny wasn’t the only one I had told. I had joked with coworkers about aliens beaming me up. Some at my book club as well.

Maybe they had set me up.

Some elaborate joke.

Never been bullied before, but there was a first time for everything.

I had to find out the truth. I washed my face at the sink and then patted it dry with paper towels that could double as sandpaper. The mirror showed my face as a splotchy mess, but they would have to deal with it.

“Are you okay?” Farsel asked. His brow furrowed over his perfect nose and he gripped the edge of the table.

“Depends,” I answered. “This is all too uncanny for me. If you’re working for someone or with someone to play a joke on me, then just tell me. I’ve told people over the years that I thought one day I wanted to have an alien mate.” I whispered the word alien, just in case there was someone listening in. I suspected it was all a secret. Shifters were more accepted these days, but aliens…that was pushing it. The last thing I wanted to do was get them in trouble or discovered, joke or not. I didn’t wish bad things on people. Ever.

Farsel and Tylan exchanged a glance. More than that. It looked like they were sharing a conversation without speaking a word. I wondered if they were telepathic. How fun would that be?

“We don’t understand, Amaris. We don’t work for anyone. Do you not believe us?” Tylan asked.

I wanted to. I wanted to believe more than anything that these two dreamy aliens had joined the app, and somehow luck had smiled on all of us and we found love.

It all seemed too good to be true.

Things that were good for us came at a price. They had to be worked for. Struggled for. Right?

Sexy aliens didn’t just land in a girl’s lap.

“I don’t know.”