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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 · Fantasia
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130 Chs

His Explanation

"Or," Logan counters, but Penelope interrupts before he can finish his thoughts.

"Officer Everett, we're scared. We're two women who can't stand up to anyone strong enough to kill Scott. You understand that, don't you?"

He rubs the back of his neck and looks toward the ceiling with a long, heavy sigh. "Look. I'm not trying to look down on your feelings, or make light of the situation. It's not that at all. It's just that I know who these deliveries are from."

I stare at Logan, my brow furrowing as suspicion coils in my gut. Before I can voice my thoughts, Penelope blurts out, "Are these from you?"

Logan groans, and my heart skips a beat. Penelope whirls toward me, her fist connecting with my shoulder in a playful punch. "I knew it! I knew the first delivery wasn't something scary!"