Wrong Number, Right Lion by Lorelei M. Hart

Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need.
When my favorite tree is hit by lightning and falls on my house, I remove it from my favorite list. Now my roof is leaking and there aren’t enough buckets and bowls to catch all the water. I call my cousin’s handyman, and leave a message. Please let them work weekends.
When an alpha shows up at my door saying I phoned them, I’m confused. They don’t know my cousin and aren’t even a handyman. When they show me their phone, I discover my mistake: I misdialed.
He offers to stay, to help me with the job at hand. If the house was the only job I wanted from him.