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I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

"I would presume it would be more like a friends-with-benefits situation." "But?" I pressed, knowing there was more. "You mentioned something about my healing nature last night, didn't you?" "I did," he admitted. "This needs a little more context to make sense." He took a drink of his water before continuing. "I'm sure you understand that those that serve together in the service tend to form a brotherhood. A deeper bond than most individuals would." I nodded in agreement and understanding. "In our fire-team, there were only four of us: Riley, Tristan, Ash and I. We spoke a lot about our pasts, our traumas, our struggles and fears. We also spoke about our dreams and our futures. As well as th

North lost track as Mariwyn wish-listed her harem, all composed of men North had never met and didn’t know how to visualize. Instead, she stroked the fabric and listened to Mariwyn, who was lost in her fantasy. For North, she had already found her harem, and she had no interest in expanding it, but she enjoyed seeing Mariwyn’s clear delight at the idea of bringing together all the men who interested her. She wasn’t certain if Orin’s sister would actually go through with it, or if it was simply all talk, but she was happy to introduce her to the notion—and even happier to accept the fabrics Mariwyn gifted her more than an hour later, including the pink material.

The guy is handsome but really stupid if he thinks Luna Barbara is here for a little Bachelorette in Paradise season. “I see you don’t know just how dangerous Luna Barbara is, huh? Do you think she’s just here to grease your jean’s zippers? Do you think she is lil’ Emily who wants you to spank her to the moon and back? Little Emily who just wants love and attention? Whatever she might gain from you sexually is a bonus for her. What Barbara wants is power. Marrying one of you will get her to be the queen, but that won’t be enough. Luna Barbara is a black widow. Whoever becomes king will never rule alongside her.” I state my case. I look at Alpha Tristan and hope the fear and urgency of the si

Bryan sat beside him, their faces illuminated only by the faint glow of the screen. As Jeremy worked his magic, the screen flickered to life, casting an eerie light on their Ethan's gaze fixed on the images flashing across the screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. Jeremy's voice was low and steady, guiding them through the digital trail he was uncovering."Okay, I'm in ....looks like Alan's hacker is using a proxy server...but I can trace it back to the source..." Jeremy's fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes scanning the code streaming across the screen."Ah got it! I'm on Alan's company's server...Oh man, this is not good."

“I wonder how she’s going to prepare the Chinese fried rice. By watching videos on the internet. You’ll end up wasting the food.” “I suggest that you focus more on your cheating husband than my business. That would profit you more.” You…” “Enough,” Taylor raised her hand, shutting them both. Anna smirked. She knew just what button to press to make the women aggravated. It was no secret that most of the elite men were enemies with fidelity. All they do is sleep around with girls the age of their teenage kids. And so, she got the right words to make them angry. Sara's fumes were proof that she won.

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

"I thought we were past this. Thought we were working as a team. As a pack." "We are," Alvaro says desperately. "This was just—it's hard. Having to share you with two other alphas. Every instinct says you're mine, mine alone. And when I saw Hayes threatening you, when Luciano challenged my claim on the situation—" "I'm not yours alone," I interrupt. "I'm all of yours. That's what being in a reverse harem means. That's what having multiple mates means. You don't get to be possessive and territorial with each other. You have to share."

When I woke up, I realized I had fallen straight into one of those “no morals, proceed at your own risk” reverse-harem erotica novels. My latest research project, by the way. The basic premise goes like this: The male lead is Daniel Hord—the kind of ruthless, untouchable trust-fund prince who could buy half of the city before breakfast. The heroine is me, applying to be his live-in housekeeper. He discovers I look suspiciously like his first love, Wendy Gold, and instantly decides I’ll be her stand-in. He forces me into a relationship, locks me in his glass penthouse, and from that moment on…