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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 · แฟนตาซี
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130 Chs

Hobbies

"You should have called me."

Penelope's greeting when I get home is about what I'd expect.

Dumping my files and heavily loaded purse onto the table, I shake my head. "You aren't my personal taxi, Pippa. I can afford a taxi. Your sleep and work schedule have already been disrupted enough."

"I've been awake for hours. I could have easily picked you up if you called. And then we could have grabbed something to eat on the way home."

"Just order something. I'm not hungry, anyway."

I flop onto her pristine white couch, my body sinking into the cushions as if they might swallow me whole. A deep sigh escapes my lips, carrying the weight of the day's events.

Penelope sits beside me, smacking my arm lightly. "Alright, spill. What exactly happened? Your texts didn't explain much.."