refused to find his fated mate. It was better if they never knew each other.
As he grew up, it became apparent that there was something special about Corey. He graduated high school two years early and went on to study computer science in college with a scholarship from the Great Shifter Council.
Since both his parents were out as shifters, it was impossible to pretend to be anything else. He was a geek who spent most of his time behind a computer screen, so most of the haters never really cared what he was doing.
He’d made his first million dollars before he’d even finished his first year of college from an app he’d developed that was quickly purchased by a major tech company. Over the next several years, the work he did in his spare time ended up netting him quite a pretty penny.
He graduated college with a net worth that rivaled the biggest tech tycoons of the time. But Corey didn’t care much about the money. He just squirreled it away and invested it in stocks he picked using one of the secret pieces of software he’d developed.
That was before the war. When the draft was implemented, he was among the first to be drafted. Since both his parents were out as shifters, his name was among the first on the government registry list.
He’d just finished college, had a few billion in the bank, and was ready for a change. The war taught him a lot of important lessons, and he’d made his best friends for life while fighting for his country.
The measly VA benefits he’d been given were his cover now. He told everyone he was living off his benefits while he freelanced as a computer programmer.
Everyone knew he’d created Mate.com. The shifter/human dating site was bringing in seven figures a month, but Corey didn’t tell anyone that. He didn’t want the crew to think differently about him.
He liked staying in the cabin at Levi’s lodge and didn’t want anything to change. All those zeros in his bank account didn’t mean anything and wouldn’t give him a better life than he had now.
All he wanted was to be left alone with his work. He didn’t care about the money. He didn’t even care about the outcome. All he cared about was creating something new with his substantial brain power. The need to make breakthroughs in computer programming was what drove him.
He didn’t want women, or drugs, or rock and roll. He didn’t want money or fame. He wanted knowledge. He wanted to create. Maybe some bears would think he was humble, but Corey was anything but humble.
The power he felt when he created some amazing new piece of code made him feel like a god. There was nothing better than that in the entire world.
No matter what Levi thought, Corey loved is work too much to stop. He put his phone back on the desk and started to type on his keyboard. It was hours later when he finally pulled himself away from the computer screen to relieve an overdue call of nature.
When he passed the mirror leaving the bathroom, he stopped and took a good look at himself. Two days of stubble grew from his chin. He had a mustard stain on his cheek from a hot dog he’d eaten two days ago. How long had he been wearing this shirt? He lifted his arm and took a long sniff.
Disgusting.
He realized he hadn’t taken a shower since he’d gone out on the last rescue mission. That had been three days ago.
He growled at himself and pulled the shirt up over his head and threw it in the corner of the bathroom floor. Maybe the crew was right. He really did need to get out more.
As he turned on the shower, he rubbed his abs absentmindedly, thinking of ways he could be more social. He took off his glasses and stepped into the shower.
Maybe he should join the white water rafting club. Or maybe he should take up baking. There was plenty going on in Fate Mountain Village, but Corey had never been interested in any of the clubs or events. He just wanted to be left alone.
But he was beginning to see how his single-minded focus was having a