Build A Harem Novels & Stories

Raisa hesitated, still searching my face for some kind of hint that I couldn't be trusted, but finally, she sighed, "Each of us consorts has a designated day. Sometimes he forgets our names and calls us by that day. It's some kind of obsessive, fastidious fetish to only bed us on that schedule. I always wonder how he's not exhausted, f*cking a different girl every single night even when all he wants is an heir as soon as possible. Anyway, he never skips except when he's out conquering the rest of the world or whatever." Her candidness pleasantly surprised me. So quickly she'd dropped both acts I'd seen from her: gone was the composed elegance; gone was the cold indifference. "He always makes

“Though I never really thought I would be part of a harem at all.” “I did,” I say. “But I didn’t think that I’d like it.” The only way to be with a woman, as part of a pack, is either to be bonded to her as her alpha mate—in other words, ordered by your alpha to be together—or to be one of her secondary lovers, taking her to bed but always having to give her up when she’s trying to conceive.

The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex. "Normal people can have multiple partners if they are powerful," Arlo continues, his voice hushed. "Awakeners even more so. Partners who are officially recognized by a powerful Awakener are called 'Familiars'. Many Demi-humans consider it a high honor to become a Familiar to a strong Awakener." He looks down at his hands. "My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals."

If I don’t have the servers, cash and women back, then I am going to have a much harder time of things. Luckily there are a few harems in place. There is about one hundred women total being held in multiple locations. Once I establish a new location, I will bring them in first. Chances are, wherever the other women are, they are making a trip back home and their alphas will force payment on the families again. They will sell their women, and I will get my inventory back. I call Jasper and make sure he is in position. When he tells me he is in place, I relax a little.

The way he said it, like he had never heard such a word in his life, was too funny. “A reverse harem,” I repeated. “Okay, what does that mean? Is that like… when the girl has more than one boyfriend?” “Yes,” I said proudly. “It’s when the girl gets to have multiple guys. All for her.” He looked at me like I had just told him the sky was green. “Why would anyone want that?” I shrugged. “It’s fiction. But it’s fun.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is that the kind of stuff you read?”

The rest of us laugh. The remaining women all look at me. I smile at the love and lust staring back at me. "Damn, so this is what it's like to have a harem." They all giggle. "How ever am I to choose?" Then I grin and decide I won't. I take Carrie by the hand and tell my sisters, "I'll be right back. I have a solution." I take Carrie to my room and put her into Doggy over the edge of my bed. Quickly, I say, "Now, stay here for a minute. I'll be back shortly. Oh yeah, pick a number between 1 and 20." "16."

Pausing in the doorway, she smirked up at me and nodded at her new shiny toys. "Reject her. Or I reject you. Right now." Something snapped inside me, something I couldn't explain, and I shook my head with anger welling in my chest. "I will not share you like you shared me." She added purposely, "No need." I seethed, my eyes shifting from her to the two men I loved more than I ever thought possible. "I, Charlotte Jane Attwood of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Knox and Kane Maddox, as my mates and sever my bond to you both and your pack!" I recited, my eyes dancing with my unspoken pain seeing my mates entwined together with a female!

I growl, grabbing his shirt in my fist. “Awww,” he says, his face falling in pretend disappointment. “I was hoping for like eight or nine. Really start a little harem for myself –“ “I would kill them all,” I hiss, though I start to laugh. “Though I probably wouldn’t need to – they’d get one look at you and all reject the bond immediately –“ “That’s just what I’d tell you,” he murmurs, grinning at me and pulling me close. “When secretly, I’d keep them all in a little cabin out in the woods, my secret wives –“

“That is the best you can do? Unwilling prisoners?” “For now.” He nods. “I thank you. We also need she-wolves for breeding.” “No,” I say without even thinking twice. “We don’t have any women available.” “Queen,” Rikard starts. “We saw you bring in an entire harem. We need breeders to expand-” “Gamma,” I interrupt. “If your Alpha wants women, he can do the rounds, go from pack to pack and gather the unwanted she-wolves just like every other Alpha. Otherwise, the answer remains no.”

“We don't know where it came from.” I watched him examine the pendant before noticing something engraved on the back. My name. SERAPHINA VALE. I stepped closer. There was another line beneath it, so small that I almost missed it. Adrian turned the pendant slightly, allowing the light from the candle to fall across the engraving. Four words appeared beneath my name. You have already died once. For several seconds, I could only stare at the message. I had known that. At least, I thought I had.