Harem Highlander Novels & Stories

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

Her husband, her god, her lover, her prince, her duke and the father of her children; she just loved him. She was after all his Her Royal Highness.

He wanted to also say that he didn't want Harriet to be too tired. But Harriet seemed to know what he wanted to say. The woman nodded. "Go and kick their asses for me, Milord," said Harriet. Awooo… Harriet chuckled at Liam's soft tone. She hugged Liam one last time and watched the white giant wolf turn away. She didn't realize that the people around her were paying attention to her interactions with Liam. Not only that, but they also saw that Harriet's stomach had started to grow bigger. Duchess Harriet Goldlane, the wife of Duke Almandine–a giant white wolf who had just returned to the battlefield. She was the woman who was rumoured to have killed the Sorcerer who deluded the Crown Prince.

“Is it still legal in your country?” “Yes, but only the members of the royal family could keep a harem. It has been a part of our history and tradition even before my family took the crown. We couldn't outlaw a century-old tradition after all,” she answered, getting rid of the dress she was wearing. “And my harem is filled with the most handsome faces on the continent. Lycans, wolves, humans, vampires, demons... I've got them all. You'd have been a great addition to my collection.”

Nyx pursed her lips. "No way! I already have a man." Knox replied smugly, "I knew you wouldn't be into me, but that's fine. The Highland Tribe doesn't prohibit polygamy, especially for the higher-ups like the elders and generals. They usually have three wives. Me? I'm marrying Mr. Fernsby's daughter as my main wife. "Then in a couple of years, I'll marry a few pretty ladies from the Wastelands to keep my bed warm! Better yet, I'll go to Holtrien with Andrew. I'll find a couple of beauties there and bring them back too. That sounds amazing."

Just when I thought I couldn’t hurt more, he added. “On another note,” he started his voice dripping with cruelty. “It would be a shame to waste such beauty, wouldn’t it? After all, you're not completely useless.” He paused letting the words hang in the air like a dark cloud before he continued. “I think you’d make a fine addition to my harem collection. Without a wolf, you are useless to the pack so you might as well serve me in other ways. In my bed.” My head swam at his words, my vision was getting blurrier by the second then I heard high heels clanging on the floor. Blair walked past me on the floor matching my hand in the process. I couldn’t cry out, the sound was trapped within me.

Sienna stirred in the early morning light, her body tangled with Damien’s beneath the silk sheets. His arm was draped over her waist, his breath warm against her bare shoulder. For a moment, she allowed herself the illusion of peace—the idea that the walls between them had finally crumbled, that last night had changed something fundamental between them. But reality had a way of creeping back in. Damien Lancaster was still the heir to a billion-dollar empire. And she was still the woman his family despised.

I hadn't cared then, and it hadn't changed now. There was a sparkle in Vincent's eyes. Before he could reply, someone called out to him. "Hey, Vinny!" It was the latest winner of the mud scuffle. He was abnormally tall and brutish looking. Like a Scottish Highlander with his wide-set shoulders, his long dark-red wild hair pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His bright green eyes were in contrast to the mud smearing his face. His chest was bare and the tats across his torso were on full display. He was definitely a tall drink of water. "Stop being a f*cken prude and get your ass over here!"

I countered her. "I know, but it will help you when you learn it. You will need it in the future, at least to please your husband. Not all the women you see here are for every man. Some are exclusive, while others just want to gain the knowledge on how to entertain their men. But so far, the Dark Realm Auction owns this harem, so you see, it's not all outsiders that are open to the experience," she explained calmly, and I breathed out heavily.

My beast demands satisfaction and the only way to do that is to get his damn female. Dropping into a squat, my beast quickly locates what it wants. Two stealth fingers reach down and scoop up a single red hair, which is quickly deposited into my open mouth. When my lips close and I feel literal fire in my chest, two things are absolutely certain: this is the person that killed Mikey, and … she’s my fated mate. Explaining this to my mother should be… impossible. ~Harlow’s Point of View~ “You have a lovely home,” I say, doing all I can to be polite. Since I have zero idea where we are, it doesn’t seem all that wise to piss off the man who paid more for me than I could even be capable of counti