Lenaleia

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.

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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!

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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.

Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha

The warmth of his touch seeps through my hospital gown, and a tiny part of me preens at how quickly he abandoned her to tend to me. Which makes me feel like a terrible person because who gets jealous of their own kitten?

I probably need to go to confession for that one. How does that work? Does it only work for Catholics?

Princess Paws, oblivious to my internal crisis, bats at my IV line like it's her favorite toy. The tubing swings back and forth, only enticing her to play with it even harder.

"Hey now, princess." Logan catches her paw mid-swipe. "That's not a toy."

She switches targets, attacking his fingers instead. Her tiny teeth barely make an impression on his skin, but he plays along, wiggling his hand while she pounces.

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