The Lycan King’s Broken Mate
“If I become a member of the harem, then let it mean more than a stamp next to my name. Let it mean that this house will not humiliate me again.”
Alexander did not answer immediately. The silence stretched. Then he slowly walked around the desk and sat down. His gaze remained cool, but not indifferent—rather evaluative. When he spoke, his words were slow and deliberate.
“The harem does not operate on the level of corridor gossip,” he said. “But I understand what you’re asking. I cannot promise no one will speak—people always speak. But I can promise that if anyone soils your name in public areas, during service, or in front of the staff, it will be considered a violation of house rules, and