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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Update schedule: 3-4x a week

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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, too much supernatural whosits and whatsits, 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

My stomach twists. "Don't I have a choice?"

Logan's lips tighten; his grim expression is my only answer.

I'm sure the man can't be so openly negative toward the people who have helped him save me, but it doesn't stop the urge I have to kick at the glass panels keeping me captive in this treatment room.

"Why would they enroll me anywhere?" Switching the subject, I probe as best as I can. It isn't like Logan can't say anything; there will be lines of communication that are open and unaffected by his magical contract.

"Control," he says simply. "You're a magic-user without any official magical instruction. I'm sure it will be weird to attend classes with people much younger than you, but there are always a few of you around. You'd be surprised how many people fly under the radar with their level of magical amplitude."

Going to go out on a limb and guess that they aren't usually Catalysts, though.

Chancellor Richard Vale