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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

Maybe It's a Stalker

"I just think we should give him a teeny, tiny, little bit of grace while we wait to see what he's thinking."

It's been two hours since we left the station, and Penelope's still obsessed with this idea that Logan's just hiding his feelings.

The man blows hot and cold more than a thermostat in spring.

"He's a dick. We already established this when he rejected me."

"Yes…" The way she drawls her agreement with such reluctance has me rolling my eyes. "But he saved you on the mountain."

"It's literally his job to save civilians from supernatural attacks."

"He paid for your hospital bill."

"Allegedly."

"He seems to have an interest in keeping you safe."

I groan, falling back onto her sofa and snuggling up to a throw pillow. "He didn't talk to me. He talked to you. Who does that?"