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Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha

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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. -- UPDATED NOTICE, JANUARY 12, 2025 Regular updates returning before the end of the month! At this current time, the author is aiming for releases 3-4x a week. Details about this can be found on her discord server. Hoping for daily updates once author hand has graduated rehabilitation after being broken. Your patience is appreciated! -- 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.

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Chapter 1The Meissen Vase

It isn't every day you walk into your apartment and find your fiance's pasty ass pumping all up in a strange woman's lady bits.

If it is, you need to make better decisions.

Like maybe throwing a vase at his head.

Especially if it's a vase he bought as your housewarming gift when you finally moved in together six months ago… to the fucking day.

"What the fuck?" his pretty little whore shrieks, drenched with rose water and maybe a bit of algae. I haven't been the best at remembering to change out the water every day.

My green thumb is closer to black, honestly.

"Nicole! This isn't what it looks like," my beloved fiance stammers, jumping off her faster than I've ever seen him move.

As the little homewrecker girl scrambles for blankets and pillows to protect her modesty, I grab the nearest thing at hand to throw at Scott's head again.

He's a werewolf. It's fine. A few vases to the head won't kill him.

Unfortunately.

"No! Nicole, that's an 18th-century Meissen!"

Glancing at the gaudy vase, which is heavier than I expected, I sneer. "It should have been thrown at someone's head three centuries ago."

Forgetting all about his lubed-up dick swaying in the breeze, or the woman shrieking while hiding under my comforter, the one he helped me pick out before moving in, Scott holds up his hands, his dark eyes glued to the priceless porcelain piece of butt-fugly. "Nicole, please. I bought that for five thousand at the auction. Not that one."

A cruel smile curves my lips. "So you bring a random woman to my house, fuck her in my bed, and your biggest concern in this situation is this unsightly thing?"

"Just put it down," he pleads. "We can talk. I'll explain everything."

I nod slowly. "You can explain everything. Well. Then of course I'll put it down."

Relief floods his face as he smiles at me, probably grateful for however stupid he thinks I am, even as his whore is still in the room with us.

So I put it down. Just like he asked.

By slamming it to the floor with all the fury in my heart.

Smiling brightly, I ask, "Is that good enough?"

"Nicole! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Scott shouts, his eyes just about bulging out of his head as he stares at the shattered porcelain shards littering the floor.

I glance pointedly at the woman cowering on the bed, her wide eyes flicking between us. "I think the real question is, who the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"She doesn't mean anything, I swear!"

The woman gasps, clutching the comforter tighter. "You said we were mates!"

Ah. Not a pretty little whore, then. Just a pretty little victim of the manslut I'm engaged to.

What an asshole.

Scott looks at me in panic, shaking his head in a frantic motion. "No, that's not—"

Leaning against the doorframe, I cross my arms, watching the show as a cold laugh escapes my throat. "Mates? Really? This just keeps getting better."

The woman scrambles out of the bed, snatching her clothes off the floor. "You know what? Fuck you, Scott. I don't deserve this shit."

Stepping out of her way as she darts past, I can appreciate the toned look of her body.

Looks like she does that high-intensity workout stuff you see online. All defined muscles and tanned skin, with gorgeous blonde hair cut in a stylish bob. Not like me. I've got a little pudge to my belly and my thighs touch, declaring to the world my allergy to exercise. My hair is the darkest thing about me, blacker than the night sky, while my skin's a solid pasty white, rivaling a blank piece of paper. The only real color to me is found in my eyes, which are a bright blue and my only joy.

Too bad I wear glasses. Thick-framed, heavy lenses. I tried contacts once. Made my eyes redder than a blood moon.

Seeing her, it makes me wonder why Scott ever wanted to marry me.

The woman barely pauses to yank on her dress before fleeing the apartment. The door slams behind her, rattling the walls.

I sneer at Scott. "You should follow your lover before I have you removed." Who knows? Maybe she'll be stupid enough to take him back.

Wiping blood from his forehead, trickling out from beneath his black hair, Scott scowls. All pretense of innocence fades as he draws on his werewolf arrogance. He's a beta, with a solid level of pheromone strength that fills the room.

Too bad it doesn't affect me.

"You can't kick me out!" he blusters, puffing out his chest. "I live here too."

"Do you now?" I arch a brow, waving a hand in front of my nose to dissipate the intense smell of his pheromones. "Last I checked, you kept your apartment lease just in case and never had your mail forwarded here." Probably a red flag, in hindsight. "You have no proof you've been here for over thirty days, haven't signed the lease... Pretty sure the law's on my side here, buddy."

My bravado's false, of course. I'm sure it would be impossible to get law enforcement to drag his cheating ass out of here. But I have zero intention of sharing my space with him for another second.

I grab my phone from my purse, pretending to dial. "Hello, supernatural emergency li—"

"Stop being such a cold-hearted bitch, Nicole!" Scott yells, his entire face flaming crimson. Probably pissed because his attempt at intimidation isn't working. "This, this right here? This is the problem!"

"Excuse me?"

He crosses his arms, looking way too smug for a man caught cheating on his fiance. "If you were just a little more affectionate, a little more caring, maybe I wouldn't have needed to find it elsewhere."

Laughter bursts from my chest, echoing harshly off the walls. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? You're blaming me for your infidelity? The same man who told me he loved my independence?"

"If you weren't so goddamn frigid—"

"Oh, I'll show you frigid." I stalk toward him, rage simmering under my skin. "How's this for cold?"

I swing my fist, slamming it into his jaw with a satisfying crack. Admittedly, it only worked because I'm sure Scott had no idea I'd really go through with it.

The Nicole he knows would never.

She's cool and composed. Professional. Career-minded.

A candlestick, not a bonfire.

Scott staggers back, eyes wide with shock.

"You crazy bitch!"

"That's frigid bitch to you," I snap, even as my fist throbs in pain. Shit. Did I break my fingers? I've never punched someone before. "Now get the hell out of my apartment before I throw you out."

"You'll regret this," he spits, rubbing his jaw. "No one else will put up with your ice queen bullshit."

"I'm sure I'll manage somehow." I gesture sharply to the door. "Out. Now."

Muttering curses under his breath, Scott snatches his pants off the floor and stalks out, slamming the door behind him.

I stand there for a long moment, my chest heaving, knuckles throbbing. The apartment feels too quiet, too empty without the sound of his voice, his footsteps.

Two years. Two fucking years of my life wasted on that cheating bastard.

And to have the balls to bring her to our apartment, after only living together for six months…

This isn't his first time. There's no way.

Well, fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck love and all its bullshit promises.

Swiping angrily at the tears burning my eyes, I grab the broom and start sweeping up the shattered remains of that hideous vase, tossing its sad remains into my trash can before I grab my phone to call the only person who can help me out of this fucking mess.

Anda Mungkin Juga Menyukai

Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee

AlexisDee · Fantasi
4.1
346 Chs

The Crown's Seduction

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] He is her salvation. She, his demise. Yet, he refuses to let her go… Mineah, the youngest Princess of Ebodia, was cursed at birth to remain untainted and bring misfortune to those around her. This prophecy looms over her like a dark cloud, growing bigger every year it does not come to pass. She exists in hushed rumors as a pitiful figure - fragile, meek, unwanted. Underneath that mask is a strong and feisty vixen worthy of being a queen. And this would-be queen has set her eyes on breaking her curse, even if that means tricking the most cunning vampire ever born. Nikolai, though reclusive and enigmatic, is revered by the Kingdom of Valcrez as a wise and powerful ruler. Unbeknownst to his loyal subjects, his image of perfection is a web of lies that if exposed can send their kingdom and everything they hold dear crumbling beneath their feet. When these two find their paths crossed in a marriage alliance, the game of Crown's Seduction begins. But just who is the hunter and who is the prey? ******** Excerpt: “Why are you stripping naked in front of me?” she questioned with a frown, doing little to hide the irritation in her voice. Her goal was to capture only his heart, not his whole body! “Am I not allowed to have a bath with my wife?” he remarked with a cold tone. “I purposely asked for a big tub to just make sure that the two of us will fit in it together.” She sighed, not tearing her gaze away from him as she regained her composure. Seeing him smirk she forced herself to get comfortable as he spoke. “That’s more like it. You said it yourself that no one forced you into marrying me. Instead, you offered and volunteered yourself willingly for it, so I expect that you’ll be confident enough to share a bath with your husband,” Nikolai confidently stated. “After all, we’ll do more than this soon enough.” Shameless… Preventing herself from rolling her eyes, she managed to give him a smile as she said, “Don’t blame me if you die on me then.” **** Note: Volume 1: Main Story Status - Completed (Chapters 1 to 403) Volume 2: Side Story Status - Completed (Chapters 404 to 472) Volume 3: Side Story Status - Completed (Chapters 473 to 491) **** PS: Commissioned Book Cover owned by the Author! Do not use it!

Eustoma_Reyna · Fantasi
4.8
493 Chs

The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat!

'Kill monsters, eat meat' 'I mean, Kill monsters, save lives. Got it.' 'Tut, I could've sworn that the first one sounded better.' She wasn't a girl looking for freedom or self-righteous liberation by a hero, or whatever shit a girl who suffered for almost all her life would crave. -the shit of a life she was living was horrible, but it was bearable, and so she got used to it. Rather, instead of freedom, what this little missy wanted was money. Lots and lots of them so she never has to worry about the next day. Money - bountiful enough that when she has to spend, she doesn't need to look back or calculate her assets to see how much she has left. Money - bountiful enough to get all the fried chicken she could ever dream of. Yeah, you heard it, fried chicken. For those who did not have money to spare leisurely, getting fried chicken was like a pipe dream to them and she had been one of those unfortunate souls. A comfortable roof above her head and no worries as to when she would get ordered around to steal. No worries about when she would get her next meal-- That was her liberation. And she got it. Just that, she got it most absurdly. Awakened! Those were the people ruling the world, alongside beastly and deadly monsters who threatened the safety of average human beings. And those awakened call the shots. Alice never dreamed she would one day be awakened, and compared to others with their game-like system displaying their attributes and strength; she had a full-grown man whom only she could hear, watching her back at every turn and telling her what to do. He was kinda a pain in the ass but she couldn't complain. It was this gift he had bestowed on her that made her the most powerful Awakened there was with stats that even S-class awakeneds couldn't compare to. She was the boss, now. Mwa-hahahahaha. But life didn't go as easy and leisurely as she planned. With great power comes great responsibility, right? Well, in her case with great power comes great hunger. She couldn't go a moment without getting hungry and her stomach had become a bottomless pit. And to get food, she needed money, and to get money, she had to hunt monsters. The monsters plagued humanity, causing catastrophes and taking lives mercilessly. Those monsters, as scary as they may be, were her target and she had to face them head-on. The bigger the monsters the more money she would gain. Yeah, that was the plan, but... This guy acting as her system seemed to have other plans, putting her at the forefront of 'justice' and having her clean the mess he somewhat created. 'Ugh, I can already sense a shadow of foreboding. Someone, please tell me I'm not acting the main character role. I just want to eat, okay?'

Author_fredah · Fantasi
4.6
311 Chs

Guide to tame my villainous husbands

Sequel to Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, an architect was chosen by the fairy of nature who brought her to the world of interstellar where she was punished to revive the nature that she has destroyed with her own hands while creating architecture that she thought was paving way for the future. Now, stuck with a nature-reviving system in a world full of poisonous gases and intergalactic stuff where she has to start from the very beginning and plant more forest and crops while creating a liveable world for the humans, Mo Qiang was suffering. But it sounds easy right? No! In her path she has three villainous husbands, all three of them want to kill her such that they will be able to marry her capable sister after kicking her away who was trashy and good for nothing. Mo Qiang has nothing against them, in fact, she is more than willing to divorce them after securing her life and raising her favourability in their hearts such that they will not kill her but —— Why are they coming for her now? Hello, you all wanted to marry her sister right? Excerpt: “ Here you go,” said Mo Qiang as she pushed the divorce agreement looking at her first husband who was gentle but poisonous like a snake. “ I have already signed the document of our divorce, you can take a look —-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” The mer looked at her and smiled gently as he took off his glasses and said, “ Looks like my wife is not happy with me not giving birth to our child, don’t worry I will work hard tonight.” Mo Qiang: “…..” I do not want you to work hard! Take second! “ Take this and sign it,” said Mo Qiang, this time more fiercely as she looked at her second husband who was reading a script for his film. “ I am sure you want to divorce me right? I have already signed —-woah! What are you putting me on the bed for?” She asked while looking at the gorgeous face. Her second husband stared down at her and with a blank expression and voice as cold as water said, “ I have to practice a love-making scene, help me, dear wife.” Mo Qiang: “……” This movie that you are shooting is based on the Zerg apocalypse, don’t lie to me! With whom are you going to make love with? A Zerg? Take third! “ Huff, huff..this is the divorce agreement, sign it... I know that your company does not allow idols to date so here sign it,” she said to her third husband who was practising his dance moves. The mer who was dressed in a loose silk shirt and sweat dripping down his body took a look at the document that she was handing him and then hugged Mo Qiang. A second later she heard his sniffling voice while he peppered kisses on her neck, “ Wife you do not want me? Is that the new idol who attracted your attention, I knew it! I will take care of him!” “Put down that knife will you!” And why is the third prince of the imperial family who hated her to the bones coming after her with flowers? She already has her hands full! ….

fairytail72 · Fantasi
4.8
1319 Chs

Married to the Devil's Son

【Volume 1 - Married to the Devil's Son】 A prince, rumored to be the son of the Devil. He is the definition of Danger. He is the Darkness itself. A princess. Imprisoned in her own home, only to come out once she gets married. But married to whom? *** Once upon a time, the Devil fell in love with one of the King's many wives. One night he went to her room disguised as her husband and made love to her. She got pregnant with his child. Knowing this The King ordered her execution believing his wife cheated on him, but then the Devil appeared to the king making him a deal. In exchange for great power for his Kingdom, the King will let his wife Sire The Devil's Child. The King who was greedy for power agrees to the deal and his Kingdom becomes one of the most powerful Kingdoms and the Devil's Child, the seventh Prince of the Kingdom. Being a princess probably sounds nice. A life full of luxury, beautiful dresses and nice shoes, but for Hazel, there is nothing nice about being a princess. She can never go outside the palace, she can never have friends, she can never eat or say or wear whatever she wants and she can never choose the person she is going to marry. Soon she's getting married to a man she has never met, a prince rumored to be Son of the Devil. 【Volume 2 - Return of the Devil's Son】 **Sequel to Married to the Devil's son** He is back! This time fiercer, faster and stronger, with only one thing in mind. Revenge! Prince of Darkness, Son of the Devil, Lucian is back, and he has only one thing on his mind. Revenge! That's until he meets her. A woman who entices him beyond reason, but who also claims to be his wife. Surrounded by dark secrets and powerful enemies, Lucian must decide who to trust and who to destroy. After getting her heart broken once, Klara vowed never to fall in love again. But when her brother tries to force her into a marriage and the annoying but wickedly handsome Roshan rescues her, things get difficult. Can she protect her heart from the man whose touch sets her body aflame? Or will she surrender to her desire and risk her heart once again? —————————————————————————————————— 【Volume 3 - The Devil In Her Dreams】 THE BEAST AMONGST US Imagine living in a world full of fiery, feral beings, hiding in the shadows, roving in our dreams, creeping under our skin. Eavesdropping, manipulating our minds and exploring our bodies. They are savages, beasts but some of them are companions and childhood friends.  Some are dangerous, others even more dangerous. They live amongst us. Some of us call them Demons, others call them Djinn. But some of them should never be called.  THE BEAUTY  LOOKING FOR LOVE  Heaven, the devil’s granddaughter and princess of Decresh has everything in life. Loving parents, beauty, wealth, and status. But one thing is missing. And that is love. Heaven dreams of the kind of love her parents have and now that she has come of age to get married she has to find her dream man and the future king of Decresh. And she has to find him soon.  There is one man. A mysterious silver-eyed stranger who keeps appearing in her dreams. Who is he and what does he want? As the line of suitors grows, Heaven’s dreams become more vivid forcing her to go on a journey to find the man in her dreams. Could he also be the man of her dreams? Or would he turn out to be a nightmare?

JasmineJosef · Fantasi
4.7
314 Chs

The Devil's Betrothed

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

Mynovel20 · Fantasi
4.6
784 Chs
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