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Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do? Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos. But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express. Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is. And he rejects her. Because of course he does. Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate. Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands. DECEMBER 2024 NOTE-- Author has a broken hand and updates are slower than normal. Deepest apologies. Trying to get updates more normalized again!! -- This is a fated/rejected mates urban fantasy romance. Content warning for: Nudity, more nudity, swear words, inappropriate humor, dead people, undead people, incomprehensible amounts of magic, werewolves and all the fetishes that come with them, did I mention the nudity?, and a questionable level of sanity at times.

Lenaleia · Fantasy
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130 Chs

Antivenom

Dr. Reeves rushes in, his pristine white coat a blur of motion. My hand throbs with each heartbeat, sending waves of rainbow droplets down my arm.

"Pulse elevated. Pupils dilated." His cool fingers press against my wrist. "Temperature already rising."

The ceiling spins in lazy circles above me. "Pretty colors." I watch another opal drop slide down my skin.

"Shock response initiated." Dr. Reeves' pen scratches across his clipboard. "Accelerated absorption rate due to serum integration."

My tongue feels thick. "What's happening?"

"Dragon toxin entering your bloodstream." He grabs my chin, tilting my face up. A bright light flashes in my eyes, making me squint. "Track the light."

I lean into his palm instead, his skin wonderfully cool against my heated face. The rough calluses on his fingers feel amazing.

"Stop that." He tries to pull away, but I follow the motion.