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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. -- 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.

Lenaleia · ファンタジー
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The Fernsby Mansion (I)

The next three days fly by with a shocking lack of drama.

No Logan at my door.

No Scott shenanigans in the office.

Nothing but peace.

It's enough to make a girl's skin crawl. Two rejected men, neither of them taking it well, and my days are peaceful?

Yeah. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Stop being so pessimistic," Penelope says, her words barely audible as my cell signal comes in and out of existence.

The Fernsby mansion isn't too far now. It's the kind of place that shouldn't exist this close to civilization—a giant mansion and its manicured lawn, all hidden behind wrought iron gates that probably cost more than my yearly salary, somehow nestled into a mountain. Not a hill. A mountain. In a world where every inch of land near the city is prime real estate, the Fernsbys have managed to carve out their own private kingdom in the most impossible place.