I Really Don't Want To Open A Harem Here Novels & Stories

I had girl time. But here, I just have… Forrest. Phoenix. Puma. Desmond. All the time. And I like them. A lot. But… It would be nice to have a girl to talk to. I can’t even call Katherine and talk to her because how could I explain the love triangle… pentagon? Is it even that? I guess technically it’s a backwards harem. Instead of a guy having a lot of wives, I have a lot of boyfriends.

Now I'm getting nervous because of how intensely she’s looking at me. “I’m just… you know…” she shrugs her shoulders and pouts her lips. “Surprised to see a Harem girl here. They always choose other activities to engage themselves with.” “Ah… I see.” I’m not even surprised by that revelation. None of those Harem girls look like girls who want to get involved with any form of physical exercise. They are obsessed with looking pretty in order to seduce as many men as they can and I find that really pathetic.

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.

My name sounds dangerously good rolling off the black-haired twin’s lips, almost too good, and I glance toward him just in time to catch his eyes slowly sweeping over me again. He’s checking me out. Shamelessly. Heat floods my cheeks and ears. Curse the alcohol. Maybe I really shouldn’t drink anymore. “Why’s that, Seren?” he presses, his gaze locking onto mine, and something about the intensity of it has my lips moving before I can stop myself. “Because I’m in an open marriage.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I wish the floor would split open and swallow me whole, but somehow, I still keep talking. “I’m in an open marriage, so I can do whatever the hell I want.”

I would not let him dictate my life. Leonard, ever curious, tried another angle. “If you hate love so much, why not assemble a harem? Or at least take a few consorts? It would be a kind of commitment to a specific group of women but it doesn't tie you down to one woman. It might soothe your wolf and give you balance while letting you keep your freedom. That’s what most Lycans in your position would do.” I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. A harem. Consorts. It wasn’t unheard of, especially for someone like me. But the thought left a sour taste in my mouth.

I remember what Cassandra said on my first day in Stauckana. "If a warrior wants to marry a harem girl, she cannot refuse." But this was him demanding my hand, my heart, and my body. This was him securing my hopes and dreams of creating a family with a loving husband and naked little boys and sweet girls—but it is just a little different from how I'd originally dreamt it. And he waits for my answer on pins and needles, hoping for the best. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Because if it is, then I shall never forgive you for it."

in a manner that appeared sweet and gentle, but the way he stares at me gives me the chills. "I never even asked for it in the first place, host" "Cee, just call me that name" "Now, you're making me know a part of your information, so surreal, host" Saying, "Well, if you want me to be part of your harem just call me by that name----" "Who says I'm having a harem?" “I'm sorry, but I thought you heard what Auster said to me a while back.”

“When I’m done, I'll tell you.” “Whatever. Don't just get caught up in his family inheritance war. I dont want my friend dead. His mother scares the living day light out of me. His sons are hot though.” I paused again as she looked up. “What? You haven't seen them?” “Only pictures. I was not really curious.” “They are insanely hot. All three of them. The first one, Damon, is a real estate owner. He has five of them, he is about twenty-eight years old. Got divorced last year, zero kids and he hot, holy fuck!”

I haven’t been with any since the night I spent with Camilla, and I don’t intend on continuing to do anything with them. I’ve closed the chapter in my life. However, I have an act I need to sell, and for that, I’ll need at least one harem to play the role along. But, I need someone trustworthy. I’m hoping Caleb won’t bring someone in that we can’t trust, someone that cannot keep her mouth shut.

I'm so grateful we've shared this journey together. Now I have a question for you. I've been thinking about writing a reverse harem story about Kael, Lucien, and Ryker's mate. Should I continue this series with a Book Three, or should I let the series end here? Let me know your thoughts in the comments—I can't wait to hear what you think! With love, Dera NK ❤️