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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

Flights of Fancy

"You're banned from leaving your home."

Penelope's announcement comes the moment I open my door. It's not unexpected, so I let her in without comment.

"I thought you couldn't find coverage tonight."

"I closed the bar. It's not as important as my best friend's life." Shoving a bulky black bag into my arms as she flounces into my apartment, she continues, "There's something weird going on, and we need to figure out how to learn more about it. Right?"

"Right." Wary of her upbeat attitude, I follow her into the living room, watching as she falls into an armchair with a deep sigh, as if the weight of the world was pushing her down.

"Police determined it was a drunk driver. Nothing nefarious." Throwing the bag to the side, I settle onto the couch. Pulling my feet under me, I fight back a yawn. Worrying about everything and wondering about Logan kept me up all night. Now I'm zero answers closer to the truth, but more exhausted than ever.