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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

Press Conference

"—and we're confident these baseless charges will be dropped," Marcus Ashby's smooth voice fills my living room.

I sink deeper into the couch, my eyes glued to the TV. Logan stands next to his lawyer, his face a mask of stoic determination. He's perfectly groomed, which probably means all the female viewers are swooning over him. I've seen a few videos on social media in the past couple weeks talking about how they've fallen in love with a criminal, all over his mugshot.

Now that he's standing there, live and sexy, I'm sure the internet's going to go wild.

"Looks like your boyfriend's making waves," Penelope quips, plopping down beside me.

"He's not my boyfriend," I mutter, but even I realize that he pretty much is.