Concubine Walkthrough Novels & Stories

She turned to me and said “my Lady, you have to be careful with each step you take. You have a lot of rivals in the harem. Every lady wants to be the first woman to bear a son for the princes. Please use this opportunity wise.” “What opportunity?” “You are the new bride and the only wife of the prince. The first two weeks, only you will be allowed to enter his bedroom. After the weeks are over, you will join the queue.” “If I am the only wife of the prince, why is there a queue?” My eyes searched for answers. “Who are the others?” “Don’t panic my lady. You will soon meet the eighty concubines of your husband” she replied. She gave me her hand and I placed mine in hers and stood from the seat

Others looked me up and down like I was a stray dog that wandered into a royal gala. “What on earth—” I began, but Sevrin’s voice carried over the hall. “Alpha,” he said with his usual bored composure, “your concubines have arrived.” My jaw dropped. “I’m sorry—what?” “Concubines,” Sevrin repeated, almost too casually. “As requested by the court. Twenty in total. Each hand-selected for their Lycan lineage and… other fertility qualities.” I turned to Hector, eyes wide. “Wait, what is going on here? You—what does he mean?”

' That was what I had gotten from his show and tell in my office. -AHHHH! I HATE THIS FUCKING BOOK! AND THAT STUPID AUTHOR!!- I stared down at the name in the document. Neiwei Callian. Vivanna's concubine. I couldn't deal with Isaak now, because…well because I am scared. I'll probably deal with him when I find his replacement. So first I'll handle the concubines. I know from the book that Vivanna had two concubines, but I couldn't for the life of me find the documents for the other concubine, nor could I find the Prince's contract! Had she framed it somewhere?

Did I? . Concubine ➡ Forgive me my lord... . Mukhtar ➡ Out all of you... OUT!!!! . The slaves and the concubines immediately leave his presence... He curses them all as they leave the chamber... Shortly afterwards...A woman walks into the chamber with a very tall bulky black slave.

A lowly life like me? Ronan’s voice explaied further. “Every new concubine receives one on her wedding day.” The word concubine stung me. My lips trembled, and I lowered my head to hide the shame crawling up in my face. I shouldn’t have hoped for where I didn't belong. “Please, choose whatever you need, madam,” Ronan said. I forced a smile on my face. “I don’t even know where to start,” I admitted quietly. “I’d appreciate your help.”

His gaze was fixed on his trusted guard, Glenn who seemed a little hesitant to talk. "Speak! Now" Maxwell said lazily as he leaned back on the chair. "Um, actually...about an hour ago, the royal concubine's body was found inside the pond in the garden. By the time the guards brought her out, she was already...dead. Her maid was also found dead by the side of the pond. She seemed to have been stabbed to death. There was no clear injury on the royal concubine's... body" Glenn said solemnly. He paused in his words to observe the king's expression. Seeing the king's expressionless face, Glenn really felt bad for royal concubine Amber. He could only sigh in his head and continue his words.

Memories of that night were hazy. How long now? –One year! She had been his concubine for that long. She couldn't bring herself to tell him she had fallen in love with him, that wasn't the agreement. Days after they met in the club, she begged to know why he hadn't taken advantage of her that night and he had told her he preferred his women pliant and willing and that he wanted something casual. Kira had agreed, either way, the man was too beautiful to resist. She never in a million years thought she'd be a man's concubine but she was desperate to have him any which way.

If anything, that showed me how weak I was to his seduction. This was rock bottom. How far was I willing to stoop? What was even more pathetic was how excited I became when he said I belonged to him. Tyrith Keiser belonged to no one. I made that point countless times. Then, here I went, swayed by a few lustful pheromones. Christ! I needed to get a grip. Maybe I should have had sex before coming. No. I still had time. I could do it before our next meeting. It would take the edge off. A one-night partner would do the trick. No strings attached. Someone with opposite qualities to Lucian.

The noble lady's noble aura stood in the same place with her natural charm, glimmering like a woman who loves sex; These two things, when coexisting in the same place, naturally form a strange aesthetic. Miren is like a fallen angel, stepping out of heaven on her own, and heading towards a bustling place like the world. She's charming but classy, ​​and pure; she can easily arouse the desire for conquest in the hearts of men, and she can also easily arouse blind jealousy in the eyes of other women. She walked into the luxurious room with a casual smile on her face.

A sheer veil sat over my shoulders, not to hide my face, but to soften the sharpness of what I’d become. Beauty was a weapon here, and tonight, I was the blade. The air was sharp with crushed herbs, spiced with smoke curling from silver braziers that lined the aisle. Wolf banners hung from the vaulted ceiling, black wolves on gray silk, silent and watching. Nobles filled the long wooden benches in rows, whispering behind gloved hands, murmuring beneath lace fans. They all came to witness a ceremony, but not out of love. They came to see power bind flesh, to watch an Alpha take a concubine like one claims a prize at the end of war.