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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
Not enough ratings
130 Chs

Unsettling Encounter

"Ma'am?" the officer prompts again, his hands grasping the sides of his bulletproof vest. He looks relaxed, but he's probably ready to take me down if I act out of line.

Never before have I thought, oh, I should be careful or an officer might tackle me to the ground.

Yet another thing on my list of firsts in these recent weeks. If God can stop throwing these at me, it'd be great. Not a single one of them would have ever ended up on my bucket list anyway.

Resigned to my fate, I just say, "I have no idea what happened. I was going home, and she attacked me. She's my ex-fiance's lover." No point in mentioning his murder here; I'm sure they already know about it. And if they don't, they'll know all about it when they look everything up.

He nods, jotting something down in a small notebook. "And your name?"

"Nicole d'Armand."