Delivered to My Pandas

I’m never falling in love again.
And I cannot stay in the same pride where my ex and my ex best friend are planning their mating. We were high school sweethearts and, while it was never said in so many words, I always expected we’d mate one day. Everyone did. I cannot see the pity on everyone’s faces any longer, but if I leave…where would I go?

While crying and eating my second package of Oreos for the evening, I find an ad in my email for the Mail-Order Matings app for shifters. I don’t know how I got targeted for this or why it didn’t end up in my spam folder, but before I know it I’m filling out the application and sending it off. Of course I won’t actually use it…I’m never falling in love again. And I put that in the notes section.

To my shock, when I wake up the next morning surrounded by chocolate crumbs on my soggy pillow, my screen is emblazoned with an announcement: You have a Potential Mating. My cynical bio has netted me someone? Expecting a real creep, I click to find a pair of widowed alpha pandas looking for a mate to help raise their motherless cub and perform light housekeeping, cooking…general family life. They don’t want to fall in love either, but they offer a life of friendship and financial stability about fifteen hundred miles away from this humiliation of a life. Not exactly the reverse harem a girl dreams about…if she even dreams one up in the first place.

I certainly hadn’t.

I didn’t even know there were any panda shifters in the US, but their offer is too good to refuse. How hard can it be to take care of one toddler and his daddies?