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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. -- 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 · Fantaisie
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61 Chs

Everything's Falling Apart

I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms. This sudden generosity feels... off. Like a beautifully wrapped package with a ticking bomb inside. "That's awfully magnanimous of the company," I say, unable to keep the suspicion out of my voice. "Especially considering the circumstances."

Her smile falters for a moment before she plasters it back on. "We value our employees, Nicole. And we understand that this is a difficult time for you. We want to give you the space to deal with... everything."

Everything. Such a small word for the chaos my life has become. I study Janice's face, searching for any hint of deception. But all I see is discomfort and a desperate desire to wrap up this conversation.

"Let's call a spade a spade, Janice," I say, leaning forward. "This is a suspension, isn't it? Just couched in prettier words to avoid any potential legal issues down the line."