"I am a grown dragon, thank you very much," I snapped. "One who thinks the idea of finding your mate on a game show is vulgar and lowbrow." The golden twin waved me off. "Yeah, yeah. Keep complaining when we're surrounded by cute omegas, getting laid." By now I was fuming. "I do not want to get laid. I want my fated mate, the love of my life. And he's certainly not going to appear on a Drake-damned game show."
