Best Reverse Harem Series Novels & Stories

Havoc knew perfectly well who Liam, Adam, and Chase were—there was no need for the dramatics and this sudden display of devotion. "You can't smell it?" Sage laughed, her voice echoing in my head like wildfire. "He is hammered." The realisation hit me suddenly; the strong scent of alcohol that wafted from Havoc wasn't just from any drink—it must have been that notorious brew that Alpha Leigh imported in; it was rumoured to be potent enough to knock even the supernatural off their feet.

Emails leaked onto the screen showing backdoor deals, the kind that could unravel an empire if exposed. “What… what is this?” Richard croaked, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared at the damning evidence. The whispers turned to gasps as someone near the front muttered loud enough for all to hear, “Illegal deals and mistresses? Is this the real Jones family legacy?” “Isn't his wife in Singapore for a conference? She would kill him if she saw this.” “It’s everywhere,” someone whispered, their voice filled with shock. “This will ruin them,” another person muttered, their tone almost gleeful.

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much. Bye! AND EVERY GOOD THING COMES TO AN END!!!

The curse hummed contentedly inside her, sated for now. But Giselle knew it would never truly be satisfied. Tomorrow there would be more women. New toys. Even darker scenarios. She was no longer the powerful witch who controlled others. She was the center of a growing reverse harem, a quivering, overstimulated goddess whose only purpose was to be pushed further and further until she could do nothing but beg for more. And as Lena kissed her swollen clit one last time, Giselle whispered hoarsely, a broken, blissful smile on her lips:

Then, before Reynolds could react, he added, “But my boss here wants to buy some cake.” Liam did not mind them any longer. Whatever it was that was happening between them should be solved by them. He knew Alexis was not interested in Omega at all. The pheromones that the omega releases will cause him to get nauseous, and spots like big mosquito bites will appear on his skin.

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When the aftershocks finally ebbed, Josh pulled out, flipped me onto my back in one smooth motion, and drove back in. Noah and Steve flanked me. Noah kissed me filthy and slow, swallowing my moans. Steve’s mouth found my throat, sucking marks into the skin just below my diamond choker. When he finally eased out, the wet rush made me whimper. Cum leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath my ass, cooling against my overheated skin. My gown was nothing but a crumpled emerald ruin bunched around my waist, diamonds still sparkling at my ears and throat like they hadn’t witnessed the complete undoing of their wearer.

The atmosphere inside the private room was extremely strange. Stacy sat in the main seat, wearing a delicate white dress. Her eyes were red and swollen, making her look undeniably pitiful. Around her sat four top-tier big shots, including Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver. In the center, a man idly twirled a lighter. He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server.

Yellowish green eyes ran over every arc, dip and curve of my body leaving a searing trail of fire where they lay for too long. His arms flung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and I for the millionth time cursed trusting Lio's judgment and convincing skills. Why the heck did I think that wearing a backless turtleneck thigh-high body con was fine when I had, not one but three possessive Hulks as boyfriends? The fabric stuck to me like gorilla glue and in an uncomfortably, crude, tight way, it made my skin crawl as I felt eyes digging onto my exposed back like sharp daggers. "Nikolai, I-'

"Should I mention that the woman is lucky if she gets caught by one man and not all of them? If more than one man catches the woman, she belongs to them all." Thank the Moon Goddess; we're so damn possessive. Werewolves don't tend to share their partners unless it's a special case, but even on those occasions, consent is essential. I reach for her hand. "So, it turns into forced reverse harem activity?" "Exactly. To each their own, but the forced part isn't quite something anyone would enjoy, right?" I nod, eager to learn more.