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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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130 Chs

Stop Blocking Me

The nurse's hands hover near my face, blocking my view of Logan. I jerk away, straining against the restraints to see around her scrubs.

"Ms. d'Armand, I need to check your vitals."

I shoot her my best death glare. The tube in my throat feels like sandpaper with every breath, but I'd rather deal with the discomfort than let this woman's fingers anywhere near my face. Not when Logan might disappear the second I lose sight of him.

She's probably a great nurse. Competent, maybe even pretty. Who knows, maybe she has seventy kids and cures cancer on the side. But right now, she's the bitch between me and the man I thought I lost.

"Your blood pressure's elevated." She reaches for my wrist. I curl my fingers into a fist, pulling away as far as the restraints allow.

A deep chuckle draws my attention back to Logan. "Sweetheart, let the nurse do her job."