Harem Keeper Novelas e Histórias

Music thudded from inside the bar, muffled but persistent. My laptop rested on my lap as I pushed myself to focus on work. Palace politics were a tangled mess, one I needed to unravel before it strangled Liora further. I scanned the ancient legal database for the third time tonight, my eyes burning, patience wearing thin. And there, it was again. Cold. Unyielding. Cruel! “A king’s mate must be formally entered into the royal harem prior to coronation.” Harem! That word tasted like ash!

"You just chose me as your new master. You ought to inspect your choice properly." His breath ghosted over my skin. "I'll make sure you're satisfied." I didn't sleep a wink that night. Joe moved in immediately. He proved to be an… eager keeper—dutiful, relentless, always ready to fulfill a master's role. Those two shafts, day and night, he poured everything into me. Even when it wasn't my heat cycle, he was insistent. He gave his all, and frankly, my hips could hardly keep up. The exhaustion was bone-deep, and I was filled with regret over my careless choice.

Damian raised a hand. “I was not informed of this specific arrangement.” “You agreed.” “I agreed to consider.” “You said fine.” “That was under duress.” “That was consent.” “That was coercion.” “That was destiny.” Damian stared at him. “You’re impossible.” “I’m persuasive.” Sera pinched the bridge of her nose. “Nikolai…” But Nikolai had already activated full charm assault mode. “He’s from Italy, Mama. It would be rude not to show him Russia.”

I pretended to be curious and leaned in behind Fenelle, reaching out to touch her, which made her tremble again. When Sam heard what I said, he looked at me, then at Fenelle, and uttered something that nearly stopped both our hearts, "Honey, why don’t we let Derrick join us for a real threesome? He’ll definitely love it. We can tell him that if he wants to play this game again in the future, he has to keep it a secret. If anyone finds out, he won’t be allowed to play anymore." "What? You want Derrick to… with me? No way. What we just did was already… I won’t agree to this." Fenelle immediately refused when she heard Sam’s suggestion, pulling the blanket over herself.

That was precisely what a harem is meant for. "What do you mean by you think he sleeps with her?" I asked, and She smiled. "I know it says harem, but they never touch us. The Alpha, Beta and Gamma don't sleep with us. We are hopeful it will happen one day, but it doesn't. We just keep them company, throw parties and all the fun stuff except sex, of course, that's all," Katya said, and that was interesting. I looked at Avery and smiled because I guess the Beta had broken his personal code with her. Her cheeks coloured, knowing what I was thinking.

Probably to calm himself down a bit. "The keeper also has a powerful warrior. At some point, it seems that the warrior is as powerful as she is. She mostly does the outside job as the keeper never steps out. She is deadly and wild," Lisa shuddered. "When you come across her, be very vigilant. Once she gets hold of your mind, it turns dirty." We all nodded in acknowledgement. "This is where her ladyship is at," Kamila, Lisa's third-in-command said, pointing at one of the maps on the wall. "The keeper's lair is just up ahead in the water. So far, we have covered four ways we can sneak in undetected."

Jasper has turned to something else Was those guys compelled? Now Ariana and Jasper are connected Jasper is the male keeper! Was shaw selfish

Raisa hesitated, still searching my face for some kind of hint that I couldn't be trusted, but finally, she sighed, "Each of us consorts has a designated day. Sometimes he forgets our names and calls us by that day. It's some kind of obsessive, fastidious fetish to only bed us on that schedule. I always wonder how he's not exhausted, f*cking a different girl every single night even when all he wants is an heir as soon as possible. Anyway, he never skips except when he's out conquering the rest of the world or whatever." Her candidness pleasantly surprised me. So quickly she'd dropped both acts I'd seen from her: gone was the composed elegance; gone was the cold indifference. "He always makes

This had to be a very watered-down version of whatever they did back in their military days, and their training, and connections, were still as sharp as ever. Those we were playing against ganged up on us and it was over. As we were waiting to start a new game, there was chatter over the mic. "The woman's with FT-1. She's the one with the cowboy hat." My character's description resounded. Were they going to intentionally target me? It sounded that way.

“Yes.” He shifted slightly in his seat, turning more toward me. “There are these three men. They’re called the Keepers. The first, Eamon Virek. Fifty-six years old. From the Ironclaw Pack. He’s been serving the council for twenty-two years. The second, Darius Holt. Forty-eight years old. From the Silverfang Pack. Fifteen years in service. And the third…” Aric paused briefly. “Kael Renn.” Something about the name felt off.