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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

Logan's True Feelings...?

The interrogation leaves me drained.

I lean against Penelope as we exit the building, grateful for her steady presence. Bright sunlight hits my face, warm and comforting despite the autumn chill.

"Don't look back," Penelope mutters, her voice low. "McSexy's following us."

I tense, my heart rate spiking. "How do you know?"

She lets out an exasperated sigh. "Do you ever pay attention to your surroundings?"

Before I can retort, a strange figure steps in front of us. A man, holding a silver reflective umbrella despite the cloudless sky, stares directly at Penelope. He's mildly attractive, pale, and dressed in SED uniform—right up her alley.

"Why are you leaving already?" he asks, his voice smooth and tinged with curiosity.

I glance at my best friend, noticing her startled expression. There's a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I'm burning with curiosity.