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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 · Fantasía
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130 Chs

Xavier Moon

The blue spirits suddenly dart away like scattered marbles, joining their orange companions in the corner. My breath catches as they all vanish at once. It's a little imaginary, but I swear the room is left darker and colder without them here.

The door opens. Eliana's manic energy floods the space before she does, but my attention fixes on the man behind her. His presence fills the doorway, with similar features to Eliana but twisted into something more predatory. His unnatural purple irises lock onto me, too large for his face, consuming the whites of his eyes. There's a strange scar across his right eye. It looks relatively new and angry.

My skin crawls. The warmth of the chicken soup turns to lead in my stomach.

"Nicole, meet my brother." Eliana's voice carries a note of pride.