Concubine Male

My girlfriend and I were reborn, returning to the cramped basement apartment we rented right after graduation. We silently walked out the door together, neither of us mentioning staying together. She went abroad with her childhood sweetheart to further her studies while I stayed behind, grinding away at my company. Seven years later, she became a rising young designer with a bright future and a happy family. I was still grinding away at the same company. When we met again, she clung to her childhood sweetheart's arm, looking down at my slightly disheveled state with a mocking smile. "Long time no see. How did you end up looking like a beggar?" I ignored her. However, later, when the powerful, world-renowned CEO of a top design firm clung to my arm, acting sweetly, her face twisted with panic. "Alex Prescott! How can you be so close with another woman?!"

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

I called my wife, a forensic specialist, after learning that my in-laws were involved in a car accident. It was on the 80th call that she finally answered, "I'm just trying to celebrate Justin's birthday for him. What's wrong with you? Can you not get jealous over just about anything?" I informed her that Mom, Dad, and sister had died in a car accident, and that she should hurry back to arrange for their funeral. To my surprise, she scoffed at my suggestion and replied, "What does your family's death have to do with me?" She was not involved in the funeral arrangements at all. On top of that, she even falsified evidence for her love interest—the culprit who killed her family—in court as a forensics specialist. Eventually, on the day I informed her of my intention to divorce, she threw a fit. "Patrick, it's just the death of a few of your family members. Justin didn't do it on purpose. It was just an accident. "Moreover, it's because of your parents' and sister's carelessness on the road that led to the accident. Why are you making things difficult for me and insisting on divorce? I've truly misjudged you…" Noticing the indignance in her response, I finally understood. It seemed she had no idea that it was her family that died in the accident all this while.

Emery Trigon was raised and trained far away from the royal capital under the tutelage of the Arcana, a secret organization working behind the shadows. Upon turning 20, she was sent to the capital of Silex to marry the king who did not show any interest in her at first. Not only will she hide her identity while protecting the king behind his back but she shall also be involved with the troubles brewing within the palace. And that included dealing with the favored concubine of the king. Things had even gone more awry when a princess showed up at the palace's doorstep. The trust that Emery worked hard for just to convince the king that she was no threat was shattered in a matter of seconds.

My wife's soul mate had Rh negative blood just like me. In order to make my wife happy, he donated his bone marrow to me then committed suicide. I was put on the blame for his death. Everyone blamed me for killing him. My wife who received his suicide note went crazy. She started to draw blood from my body. She was extremely cruel. "You owe that to me. He would not have died if not because of you. I am only returning to him something that did not belong to you." When the soul mate reappeared, my wife started looking for me like crazy. She did not know that I had died for losing too much blood.

(Reverse Harem) (Book 2 of Her Wolves series) (Can read as Stand Alone) Orphaned at the age of 17, Nerezza had no one to rely on and nowhere to go. Down on her luck, one day she ventures the streets of Makatza, the werewolf capital, in search of food when something else entirely finds her. Her mate. Through their ups and downs, the two conceive a child but were thrown a loop when he is stolen away just hours after his birth. Her mate sets out to find him but leaves her behind as the price. Alone in the world again, Nerezza doesn't know what to expect. Surely, there was no way things could get better. Until she becomes the concubine of the werewolf king and finds out, love has no limits. Especially not with six mates surrounding her. *** “I'll have you know that if you were to want me. Or come with me, even, you will have to toss that possessive Alpha male bullshit to the side.” I sneered. I could feel the bond slip into place. Enough that it took me off guard. Slightly. “What, can't handle a challenge?" Cocky, arrogant bastard. Of all the men in the world, I was stuck with him. If I wanted to have him. Pawns were disposable and I rarely came upon them. His fighting could prove useful, although I doubt his abilities in bed would suffice. “Look, whatever your name is, you might be my mate but you aren't the first one this week. Okay? So if you retain your possessive nature, you and the other guys might not get along very well,” I turned on my heels and headed back out the alley. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw his confused look. “And I much prefer not cleaning blood from my carpets.”

Belle Stefano, a transmigrator who comes from another world. She woke up one day on a different body. She lives her life leisurely not until she finds out that she’s inside the comic that she’s read and that she is the antagonist who will meet her end tragically by the male lead. Luke Andres Hendrick is cold and heartless. He doesn’t care about the people around him except when she finds Georjia Norjia and falls in love with her at first sight. Belle did her best to not get in the way of the male and female lead of the comic book but she slowly falls in love with the male lead. Will she confess her love for him or she will run away without telling the male lead how she feels?

Genevieve Lamperogue was eighteen years old when she was forced to be the Lycan King's concubine against her will in exchange for a treaty. Mateless, and bound by her responsibility as the Alpha's daughter, Genevieve was left with no choice. She lived in the Lycans territory, and dealt with the Queen jealousy all to fulfill her purpose. Until she met her fated mate, Payne. Genevieve felt the need to escape. Due to the power of her bond with Payne, she felt attracted to him— but here's what. She got pregnant. Not with Payne's child, but with the Lycan King.

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

I've raised my son, Caleb Bennett, for nine years, but today I found out he was never mine. Claire Bennett, my wife, shamelessly tells me to leave with nothing. She says Caleb's real father is Lincoln Lancaster, heir to the most powerful family in Berglaton. The Lancaster family has few direct heirs left, so if Lincoln acknowledges Caleb as his son, Lincoln can easily surpass his frail uncle and become the rightful successor. Caleb says, "You think you deserve to be my dad? My real father could crush your whole family with a snap of his fingers!" Margaret Quigley, Claire's mother, adds, "If Claire hadn't gotten pregnant with Lincoln's child back then, do you really think we'd have let someone like you marry into our family?" I don't fight back. I just sign the divorce papers in silence. After that, I take out my phone and call my father, James Lancaster, who has been waiting for me in Berglaton all these years. "Come pick me up on Christmas Eve," I say. "I'm ready to go home and take over the family."