Concubines Novels & Stories

What could our pack possibly have that the notorious Alpha Damon would want? Alpha Damon ruled the Bloodmoon Pack in the northern mountains. Even I had heard the terrifying stories about him. They said he was cursed, that every woman he'd ever taken as a mate had died within a year of their bonding. Some whispered that he killed them himself when he grew bored. Others claimed his very touch was poisonous to women. "She'll do perfectly for what he needs," Kane continued, his voice growing fainter as they moved down the hall. "A virgin omega with no family to complain when she disappears. It's a win for everyone involved."

My heart sank slowly, each word pressing deeper than the last. “As the high consort,” he continued, “your position still holds honor. But your responsibilities, duties, and services must be documented.” Giselle nodded in agreement, turning her head slightly to Scarlett. “That’s why Scarlett and I were making a list of your services. But…” She paused, her expression turning thoughtful, “...we weren’t able to list a single service before. And that could give you the title of a lowly concubine.” High consort, harem, concubine. All these terms seemed foreign to my ears. I truly felt how thin the ground beneath my feet had become.

Andrea was about to duel someone else, yet I could not shake the thought that it would only take her a single second, a single motion, to turn her attention on me and slit my throat where I sat. “Another archer against a dagger, huh?” I caught the voice of a woman nearby, probably in her mid-twenties, as she spoke to her companion. My fingers dug into the edge of my seat, and I shifted uncomfortably, restless beneath their words. The man beside her laughed, his tone heavy with arrogance. “That girl… she is a Vertina.”

Mirabelle cleared the plates when I finished, then she returned to escort me. We descended the wide marble staircase together, my hand trailing the smooth banister. Halfway down to the library floor we encountered a group of four or five young women walking upward. They were all strikingly beautiful, with different heights, different skin tones, and different hair colors, but they shared the same cold, assessing expressions. As they passed, each one gave me a hard, deliberate glare before continuing upstairs without a word so I stopped on the landing, confused. “Who were those girls?” Mirabelle hesitated before answering. “Those are all Lord Kael’s concubines,

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.”

Leopold's POV Six months ago, my palace turned into a revolving door of concubines. I know it is only tradition, and that this is something of a rite of passage for every king until he finds his True Mate, but still, most days I find myself wishing they would all just disappear. The purpose of the royal concubines is to provide a young king with a variety of sexual outlets unto which he is able to direct his physical desires without having to make any sort of commitment.

My expression doesn’t change, but both my friends are still going. “Concubine.” The word comes out perfectly calm, perfectly controlled. “It’s an archaic practice,” Seth says quickly. “Only the royal family is permitted to take concubines, and no king has done so for generations. But technically, the law allowing them still exists.” “The Council might see it as a reasonable solution,” Leon adds. “Zari gets the crown, her father gets his alliance, and you get to keep your... personal interest... close by.” I study Leon’s face with clinical detachment, noting the way he avoids my eyes when he says “personal interest.” The way his hands fidget slightly. He knows

The marriage shall remain strictly legal and performative in nature. 11(c) In the event that Mrs. Bella Blackwood (hereinafter referred to as the Consort) bears or becomes expectant with a child during the validity of this agreement, said child shall remain under the sole guardianship of the Principal and the Sterling Trust. The Consort shall hold no custodial or legal rights unless expressly granted in writing by the Principal.

They only need to serve me every day very well and they will get far more in return than what they give me, who would sleep wanting to be in their position to be a concubine of a Prince William, it's okay if the place I live in is not as beautiful and spacious as the main palace lived by Charles and Luna Rosie, and his concubines. Life does not always go as desired, I just need to be patient for a while longer while continuing to think about what plans I will do to get what I want. Before that happens, there's no harm if I use the time available to please myself with the beautiful women who are willing to become concubines for m

Miranda yelled. “Yes, look at Lady Arya. She was a water maid too. Now she has everything.” Din argued. “No Din. That’s how everyone sees it. Servants and silk dresses and all. But being a concubine is the worst thing that could happen to a woman. She might receive all…but respect. Everybody bows and speaks politely to her…but behind her back, everybody laughs. A concubine is a varnished name for a mistress after all, isn’t it?” Miranda’s voice softened.