Contract Concubine Novels & Stories

I nod in recognition, “I get what you’re going through and no matter how tempting your offer sounds, I’ll have to reject it” “Why? No matter what you’re thinking, there’s no way you’ll be able to find someone who's willing to marry you in two months and won’t have ulterior motives. I’ll marry you, give you a child and I won’t be greedy” I smile, “follow me in” I say, holding out the door for her. All I needed to hear was that she considered it a business contract between two parties.

Crueler. “It is time,” he said, his voice booming in the hall, “for you to fulfill the agreement.” I stilled. “What agreement?” He lifted his chin, eyes glittering. “You will take four lycan concubines, as promised. And you will produce an heir with them.” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe properly. The words sank in, slow, heavy, fucking unreal. Four concubines. An heir. Then horror twisted in my gut and my pulse thundered in my ears. I had agreed to many things in my reign—alliances, oaths, bloodshed—but this? No. I had never—

She stated before she started the car, and the ride to wherever she was taking us, began. "That's not possible," I muttered when what she said earlier crossed my mind. Although I have never seen Mr. Miles with any woman, rumors had it that he only deals with classy girls, and I'm nowhere near his standard. Not that he was my type either, anyway. But come to think of it, why did we sign a marriage contract? I thought to myself, but quickly dismissed the thoughts because I was sure that whatever was happening had nothing to do with him being in love with me.

she added. "You shall never be a concubine!" Sebastian declared firmly, his expression darkening. "Lena, if you don't wish to marry, remain here at Blackmoor Estate. I will watch over you all my life. No prince shall make you a concubine and bring you suffering." A concubine led a life of quiet shame. Her head forever bowed, and her children overshadowed by the legitimate heirs. Selena cast her brother a wry glance over her shoulder. "So, whether Prince Theodore glances my way or not changes nothing for me. It is all but an act, a trick to stir my heart."

"And yet, despite all of that, you've never been seen with a girlfriend. Not once. Not even a rumor of one." Behind her, Axel clapped a hand over his mouth, his shoulders beginning to shake. Nina pointed at Lucas accusingly, her finger jabbing the air between them."And now you suddenly propose marriage to a complete stranger you met yesterday, a woman you barely know, who has nothing to offer you politically or financially." She spread her hands wide, as if presenting irrefutable evidence."Suspicious." Lucas's voice became dangerously calm, each word measured and precise."And your conclusion?" Nina shrugged, the gesture almost apologetic. "You like men."

I'm so fucking hungry for Azriel after all. A smirk lifted his lips. “Should I get your colleagues then? Since you're not interested?” “Colleagues?” I tilted my head because what was that supposed to mean “Concubines.” Wait a second. It hit. “Excuse me?” Did he just call me a concubine? “Since you can't breed anymore, you're my hot concubine, the hottest one I can't seem to fuck—” “If you try bringing any of those women here—”

Or he can decide to legally get married to his mate as Ella and Ivar did with each other. In the eyes of the law, a wife is equal in status to a mate but a concubine isn't. She is four–five notches below a wife and a mate. Which makes me wonder why a beautiful she-wolf like Victoria would choose to be a concubine rather than wait for her own mate.

The air crackled with an irresistible energy, and I knew this would be a night to remember—a night of passion and profound connection. My wife, exhausted from our shared intimacy, succumbed to sleep. I carefully carried her back to the mansion, guided by the moonlight. Her weight was insignificant, and I cherished the sight of her peacefully slumbering in my arms. Our love had been consummated, and I couldn't help but hope that she found as much satisfaction in our union as I did. With a smirk, I reveled in the knowledge that I had given my all to our love.

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

"I'm going to the beach today. Come with me?" My lips parted. My breath labored when his other hand went inside my dress, caressing my bare skin. I felt a tingling sensation in between my thighs. Despite the burning heat consuming my whole being, I tried to remember his question. "This was… supposed to be… a one night stand only." I moaned loudly when his finger entered my panties. "Please…" "Then let's make it a three night stand."