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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

Breaking News #2

"...and turn herself in. Nicole d'Armand, if you're watching this, please do the right thing. For Nancy, for our unborn child, for all of us."

Pregnant. Officer Nancy was pregnant.

The news anchor's voice fades to a dull buzz in my ears. My stomach churns. No, I didn't kill her. But I was there. I survived. And she didn't.

The TV clicks off, plunging the room into silence. The black screen stares at me. Jim stands nearby, remote in hand, watching me with an unreadable expression.

"Why are you helping me?"

"I'm doing as I'm told. That is all."

I frown. "By who?"

Jim's lips curl into a secretive smile. "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?"

The remote thumps onto the bed beside me as Jim tosses it at me. Then he saunters away, unperturbed by any of this situation, and settles back into his armchair.