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Hell Marriage Chapter 24: Mated Alaina's POV I smiled satisfyingly as I heard Nicholas Scream the word stop, now the bitch will finally die and will be out of my hair forever, from the fear I heard in his voice it seems Connor killed her already, well that's.... Great!.

King Jade ask who is sitting like a queen on her chair, Kenzo even laugh and even the other King laugh on how pathetic the word Kenzo said. "You can make your own paradise with naked Slaves on your Mansion damn I can't believe you have a rules with such a thing, your truly a hideous harem king" King GP even Froan when she said that even the other kings agreed, they knew that Kenzo's Mansion has a 20 Slave's Naked roaming on her Mansion even her Beautiful Maids was wearing Naked apron, Kenzo was a suitable Harem King Maniac.

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“Yes, I have the photo that was sent out. You know what this means? We’ll be filthy rich. I already called him and he’s on his way.” I looked between the two helplessly, trying to piece together the conversation. Sophie is still passed out on the floor behind me and I’m overpowered. I really wish I brought one of the guys with me. “What do we do with the other one?” The dark haired guy asked, licking his chops. “Whatever you want, add her to your harem if you want, I don’t care.” Jimmy shrugs. I tried to run past the men and am stopped almost immediately by Jimmy.

The harem is quiet. Too quiet.

Lottie POV The ballroom, once a scene of pandemonium and despair, now stood frozen in time, the haunting scene of Havoc's chaos left behind as the blinding white light of the realm Selene resided in took hold and washed away the mayhem of the night with her blinding white light.

“Didn’t you come from the arena? What was your name again? Harlot?” That’s rich, coming from someone else in the harem. We are all mistresses to our King, at his whims whenever he wants us. For them to call me out like they are somehow better is hypocrisy at its finest. “My name is Harper,” I say. The first woman hums. “Well, don’t get comfortable, Harlot. Our King will see the flaws in you soon enough, and then you’ll be right back where you came from.” I’m sure she means the arena, but when I hear ‘where you came from,’ I think of my pack. That’s where I want to be. I never asked for this. Being a member of the harem is no great honor for me.

I'm too boring and in a world full of passion, people like me would only be a last resort. "H-how do I create an account?" I unconsciously blurted out a question so extreme I almost couldn't believe I was actually asking it. Jake stopped walking and turned to me. My eyes once again fell on his erotic underwear, which clearly displayed the outline of his big dick. It was already quite large, even though it wasn't erect. A handsome man with a muscular body and a massive dick like his would undoubtedly be very popular online. "Are you serious? What are you trying to show me? That sad, gloomy face of yours?"

She grabs the giant by his collar, pulling him down for another loud, messy kiss right in front of us, before dragging him down the hall toward another room. Once they are out of earshot, Arlo exhales shakily. "That was...intense. I think that guy is the Thor Awakener. The God of Thunder." I watch their retreating backs, a sudden memory unlocking in my brain. Right. The Plot. This world is rigged for a 'Gary Stu' protagonist. The script is painfully simple: every strong man here will eventually die as a stepping stone, and every pretty woman—including our taken Succubus—will be magically brainwashed into his harem.

“Not who. How.” For a moment, the air seemed to press in on them, thick and metallic. Old magic had a taste copper and earth, like blood soaking into roots. This was that, and more. Yara’s hand trembled over the surface of the table, tracing patterns only she understood. “Three flames,” she whispered. “Three where there should be two.” Several heads turned sharply. “You’re speaking of the old verse,” Thane said. “It is no verse,” Yara replied. “It is prophecy. And we buried it for a reason.”