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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 · Fantasi
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130 Chs

Coffeeshop Invitation

My phone rings, startling me out of my thoughts. I fumble for my phone, nearly dropping it between the seats. A string of unknown numbers flashes across the screen. Curiosity wins over caution, and I answer.

"Hello?"

"Is this Nicole d'Armand?" A crisp, professional voice inquires.

"Yes, this is she." My grip tightens on the steering wheel.

"Ms. d'Armand, my name is Marcus Ashby. I'm Logan Everett's attorney."

My heart skips a beat.

"I was hoping we could meet to discuss some matters regarding Mr. Everett's case. Are you available?"

"Um, sure. When and where?"

"There's a café called Flava Bean on 5th and Oak. Are you familiar with it?"

Interesting. Not a choice I'd think a richie rich lawyer would choose. "Yes, I know the place."

"Excellent. Could you meet me there in, say, fifteen minutes?"

Fifteen minutes? I glance at the clock on my dashboard. It's cutting it close, but...