Delivered to My Polar Bears

Marney

I didn’t mean to sign up for the Mail-Order Mating App. I swear. I was drunk, in my wedding dress, and my heart had been smashed into pieces by the man I thought loved me. Spoiler alert: he didn’t even bother to text to let me know he wasn’t planning to show up. Instead of the husband-and-wife hand-in-hand prance down the aisle, I did the walk of shame and horror.

I ended up drowning my sorrows in whiskey and rum while spilling my heart to the bartender. She was the one who downloaded the app on my phone. I meant to delete it. But I’ve heard that shifters mate for life and that their mates are their first priority.

I was never Claude’s first priority.

Riggs

Ignacio and I have always known we would share a mate. But with our true natures being polar bears, we like to stick to our cabin in the mountains where the snow blankets are thick and there’s always a fire in the hearth. The only thing missing is a mate.

We know she’s out there, but going to bars or dates is the last thing we are interested in. One of Nacho’s cousins suggested the Mail-Order Mating app.
It was worth a shot.