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Alexander blindsided through his father, with Richard already forming a position before Alexander had drawn a breath, was something else entirely. I sat back in my chair. Somewhere across the city, on Birch Street, above a bakery, a woman who had called herself a contract wife was building a quiet life around a secret that was already visible to anyone who looked closely enough. She had no idea how many people were looking. I picked up the wine glass and touched it to my lips and thought about what came next with the focused, unhurried patience of a woman who had learned that the best damage was not the damage you rushed. It was the damage you waited for.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are signed with flesh and soul. Tonight’s confession is about a desperate young woman who entered a fake marriage with a dangerous mafia heir… only to discover the contract demanded something very real: her body, her womb, and her complete surrender. This one is dark, possessive, and brutally breeding-heavy. Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.”

Sir Andrew says and I took him through the corner of my eyes not understanding. “And why do we need that?”, I ask. One thing I have understood after taking in a concubine is that it has more than what is visible to the eyes of the people. Where the position in itself, seems degrading and unfit for any person, the rules and rituals that follow are almost tantamount to getting married to a person.

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.

The only thing I can do for that is… negotiate. “Your Majesty, if you still feel bad about my decision, I can offer you a good offer.” Jermaine showed an indifferent face toward me, but I could tell from his ear twitching that he was interested in what I said. “If you promise not to bring this up again, I am willing to choose a lady-in-waiting for Luelle.” In the document written by the predecessor regarding the rules for the existence of the Royal Concubine, it was written that the concubine was not entitled to a lady-in-waiting and a chaperone.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and she looked at me disapprovingly. “Last bottle, another bottle,” I said with a smile, then drained my glass of wine in one gulp. Is the world in front of me becoming illusory, or my world in rotation? A second before I lay down, I saw one, two, three, Selene, stagger anxiously toward me. "A concubine is nothing. It's just a tool for men to have children. Even if they have children, you can raise them or let someone else raise them. You are the Queen and you have the right to handle these women and children.”

“I see. So you’re the girlfriend of which Alpha?” The woman laughed again. “I think you’ve got the wrong idea,” she said. “I’m no one’s girlfriend.” “But you—” “You’re new here, aren’t you?” she asked. I swallowed and nodded, feeling a heat creep into my cheeks. But the woman seemed to take it in stride, leaning closer to me as she spoke. “I’m a concubine,” she said, nodding her head toward one of the Alphas, a middle-aged man who I didn’t know the name of. “Most of us here are.”

"What about Lady Bianca? You know my stand, your Highness. I don't want to be your concubine. If you want to marry her, do it. As long as I will jot be competing with anyone." "You will not." I faced him completely. Why did he suddenly want to talk inside the marriage? Someone might be listening to us outside. "If that's the case, Your Highness, what would my role be in your life? I would rather choose to be your slave than become your mistress, your concubine, your whore or someone else.” He raised an eyebrow. "If you become a concubine, you're the second most powerful woman in this kingdom." I gave him a dark stare. "And compete with your attention? And I would wait until you would like to

Sitting on the bed, I began to clear my mind and focus on the things Madison told me to. She really was a good queen. I’d seen her change my whole world in the last few weeks. No one taught me as much. She praised my efforts, but not so much that I felt like a child. My knowledge of our traditions and culture had been lacking severely. Madison told me that concubi aren’t truly a third subset of desire demons, but actually a being who is half succubus and half incubus. It’s why the ones who aren’t Vasili or Vasilia are like Alphas in other supernatural communities, but not strong enough for male concubi to resist females’ commands.

"What were you thinking drafting that damn contract? You think I would let you bully me just because I fucked you once?" "No baby, don't misunderstand my kind gesture. I know you still want me. I did this with good intention. I want you to feel safe with me." "Being married doesn't mean you can't be yourself and have fun. I'm not a fan of marriage too but I'm willing to be your mistress outside your home. So we can have fun together and still keep up with our dirty little secrets. The contract is just an assurance that our secret is safe with each other," Connor puffed out some air, running a hand over his face. "What in the hell made you think I was gonna agree to this?"