Harem The Gathering Novelas e Histórias

The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy. In the beginning, the heroine was registered as a light magic user and was hinted to be a member of some type of rare ancient race. Of course, the story wouldn't be a reverse harem without extremely attractive guys who all fell in love with the heroine. Upon entering the school, the heroine encountered the male lead for the first time in a very cliché scene, creating a budding affection that slowly bloomed into romance.

“It has to be her decision.” Kael erupted. “You don’t get a say. You killed her parents.” “He has every right,” I said firmly. “He’s my mate too.” The tension in the room crackled like a storm about to break. I pushed through it. “When does the Gathering need to happen?” “Three days,” Mara said. “Then that’s what we work with.” I walked past them. “I need Elena. She stood with us last night.” “You shouldn’t go alone,” Kael said.

"The Crescent Ball. The biggest event of the year, every pack Alpha, Beta, and unmated wolf within three territories will be under one roof." "Unmated," I repeated. "That's the real point of it." Sarah plucked a gold invitation card from the hall table and handed it to me. "Pretty packaging on top, but underneath? It's a giant mating market." I turned the card over in my fingers, heavy cream stock, embossed silver lettering, the kind of thing that felt important just by existing. The Annual Crescent Gathering. Capital Grand Hall. Saturday. Something sharp and hungry moved through my chest before I could stop it.

It’s not as though I asked to be in this situation, either, but I’m already living on the pack’s charity with nothing to show for myself, so the least I can do is try to make as little of a nuisance of myself as possible. As I get closer to the training grounds, the occasional growls and howls grow louder, and my footsteps grow slower. I try to avoid the rest of the pack as much as possible, but the Gathering is a monthly event for the juvenile members of the pack to connect and socialize on the night before a full moon. It’s meant to prepare the young wolves for when they’ll be running with the pack once they become adults. Long ago, pack runs used to be a Hunt, but we’re long past needing

Gritting my teeth, I storm out of the office and head to the conference which is just a few doors ahead. Everyone is seated in their respective seats and they all rise and bow to me when I walk into the room. I respond to their chorus greeting and gesture to them to take seats before taking mine. “I'll be happy if you can make it snappy. I have other things to do.” My voice is calm, but firm. The silver-haired man on my left clears his throat and I plaster my gaze on him. He carefully leans forward as he prepares to start the conversation. “Alpha Reagan, news reached us that all the Harem girls have arrived and they have already begun their daily activities in the Harem. We the elders think

“I didn’t sign up for a Pokémon-themed blood cult.” “You signed up for me,” I said sweetly. “And I come with three limited-edition chaos gremlins and a matching emotional trauma set.” He looked at me with the most done face ever. “Worth it.” We spent the next ten minutes diffusing the Card Cult. There were negotiations. Lorelai wanted apple juice in a wine glass. Jade demanded a ceremonial pouch for his “spell crayons.” Alexei tried to sacrifice a Barbie doll wearing Arsen’s old watch. I gave up halfway through and just made salted caramel popcorn.

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

By the time Alex stood before the allied packs, the sun had barely risen—but tension buzzed in the air like lightning. The Gathering Circle was nestled between three territories, sacred ground untouched by war or politics. Massive stones carved with symbols of the Goddess stood tall, marking the four corners of the clearing. Alphas, Betas, and Omegas from every pack had assembled, murmuring among themselves as Brian and Alex entered hand in hand. Alex’s head was held high. But inside, his heart pounded.

Flames taller than I, whipping around the air. ” What is this?” I asked when everybody gathered outside. Some shifted immediately, standing on their hind legs as they fought each other. Others laughed, filled their glasses with wine as they joined around the fire. ”Do you know why the Harvest began?” Nathaniel asked. Crossing the fields, carrying trays and tables, food and drinks, were hundreds of pack members. The Harvest began so that the men who had everything would find a wife suitable to lead alongside him. Instead of going out to find her on his own, they arranged to gather women from every pack to come to him.