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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

The Drive

"What took you so long?"

Mike's whisper in my ear is hot and wet, causing me to flinch almost violently away from him. "Sorry, what?"

"I said, what took you so long?"

I grimace, trying to look upset. "Sorry, Mike. I have a stomachache. I think I need to go home."

"Oh no, that's terrible!" Someone's voice drips with insincerity. I can't tell who's talking, because my vision barely focuses on any of them. I'm too busy worrying about the stupid panther-person's vague warning. "We were just getting started."

I force a weak smile in someone's direction. Maybe it was her talking. Who knows. "Such a shame. Sorry, everyone."

There's a chorus of fake sympathies. I nod, playing along with their charade of concern. My skin crawls with the need to flee.

Mike leans in close, his breath hot on my ear once again. Gross. "I'll walk you back. It's not safe out there for a lady alone."