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

The lavish backdrop of Thornhaven Academy leaves me restless as Penelope leads me to my first professor's office.

I'm way beyond the age of going to school and worrying about upsetting teachers. It's almost infantilizing to be here, even though I know adults can go back to school at any time.

It doesn't change the fact that the faces passing me in the halls are between the ages of 18 and 22.

I feel old. Like I should have gray hair spouting everywhere. Not old enough to need a walker or anything; just old enough that the "kids" avoid me because I'm too far entrenched in the "lame old lady" category.

"Stop acting like you're being marched to the gallows." Penelope pulls me along, exasperated by how slow my feet are moving. "Life has changed. Let's roll with it. I, for one, am excited to see what these kids learn in school."

Not me. I want to go back to having a job and bills. I'm boring like that. Too many people exist in this place.

Meeting Professor Lancaster