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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

Did You Drink?

"Who? Fake murdered what?"

To his credit, Logan manages not to sound irritated.

"The clients. Never mind. It doesn't matter. You're an asshole either way. Doesn't change anything."

"Nicole, I'm not—" He blows out a breath. "It's going to hurt."

He's not wrong, and I grit my teeth. "You're going to cut off my leg."

"No, I'm not. Let me do the other one."

I shake my head. "No. Just let that one die a natural death. It's fine. You only need one leg."

"Nicole, just take a deep breath."

"Stop it, Logan. I don't want this leg. I'm returning it for a refund."

"You can't—Nicole, you're delirious from blood loss. Shut up and sit still."

Wow. How very alpha of him, throwing out orders to save my leg. "No."

Son of a fucking bitch. The tourniquet feels like it's going to pop my leg clean off. "I said I didn't want the leg anymore!"

"Shut up, Nicole. You're a terrible patient."

I gasp.