Male Concubine Novels & Stories

"Congratulations! The mistress has finally made it official! I won't attend the wedding, but to celebrate your big day, I've specially arranged a dance troupe for you." I clapped my hands again. From all directions, thirty or forty middle-aged women barged out and started beating on drums at the entrance. The city hall was packed, and many people came out to watch. The women were singing loudly. "Congratulations to Mistress Grace for becoming the official wife! Nate picked up second-hand goods. Congratulations, congratulations!" Nate clenched his jaw and pointed at me furiously. "Wendy, are you done yet?!" I couldn't care less. "We were married once. No need to thank me."

I declared as a matter of fact. The second maid with brunette hair crossed her arms. “Just who do you think you are to command us?” she asked disrespectfully. “Both of us are from a commoner's blood in case you forgot. We are no different, Ranleigh Asmodeus,” she declared. I laughed. The three of them looked exactly like high school bullies with their little petty schemes. And to think that these kinds of immatures peeps are working in the Marquisate… “Your point is?” I asked.

Untouched by disaster. But the eyes that slide toward me are full of whispers. Aria’s here. Does she know? She looks beautiful… poor thing. Poor thing. I hear that one clearly. My hands shake. I lace them together behind my back so no one sees. Then I see him. Damon. My husband. He stands near the middle of the room, tall, strong, with that sharp jaw and cold, careful expression the world has always called “controlled.” I know better. Damon controls nothing when it comes to his senses. He hides them. He cages them. And sometimes… they break free.

The next day, Mr. Lewis shared some gossip with me. "Colin, I've got some major news about your ex-wife. It turns out that her boy toy was bisexual and has a boyfriend, too. To make matters worse, the child was actually conceived using the sperm from his 50-year-old father! "I heard they checked the security footage and found out that he'd used a syringe to pump the sperm into her while she was asleep." Harry and his boyfriend wanted a child of their own, and they also had their sights set on Sasha's money.

I enjoyed sex, like any young man entering sexual maturity, and I even started to like the company of a few of the women. Do I wish that I could just be a normal man and enjoy the pleasures of life so willingly awarded to me due to my status alone? Of course, I do. I am not the reason that the implementation of this tradition has had such awful results so far— my wrathful wolf is to blame. Ever since concubines started arriving at the palace six months ago, swooning and flitting about as they’ve always done, my wolf’s anger towards them has turned the atmosphere from flirtatious to somber.

I waited for him to send me out of the damn palace for a sudden display of anger. He seemed amused instead. This man was definitely. Of course, he was the only Alpha I have met that has proudly showed off their concubine to the world. And there was no assurance that they were ever going to get mated. They had been mating for years. And they both seemed happy with the arrangement. I looked over at Cora, and she was staring at me like she had just seen a new side of me that she wanted to see more often. She was smiling even. What kind of people were these? I couldn’t bring myself to smile back at her. And that only reminded me of how grateful I was supposed to be for Alpha Ares.

, I ask remembering his words. “Oh. According to the rules of the concubine ties, you can only have sex with your concubine or other concubines, or your official husband.”, he says. I squint my eyes at him. “You are kidding right. I mean King definitely has sex with people except for their concubines, and the queen.”, I say, and he looks at me through his eyes shot wide open. “Adria you dint know the concubine rules”, he bellows.

, Rufus assured. "You should hurry up, because I am out of patience", Jaha grumped, while the old man bowed in concurrence. **************************** MOON HOWLERS PACK **************************** Masha could hear her stomach grumble as Czar stood before her. "You want me to exit the room just so you could dress?" His voice was always the grumpest when talking to her, Masha could never get used to it. "Are you forgetting we are married? I know I called you my concubine, but it does not change the fact that you are mine".

Memories of that night were hazy. How long now? –One year! She had been his concubine for that long. She couldn't bring herself to tell him she had fallen in love with him, that wasn't the agreement. Days after they met in the club, she begged to know why he hadn't taken advantage of her that night and he had told her he preferred his women pliant and willing and that he wanted something casual. Kira had agreed, either way, the man was too beautiful to resist. She never in a million years thought she'd be a man's concubine but she was desperate to have him any which way.

I have never made wrong claims since you have known me all your life. A long sigh was heard beside me. "If you say so." He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "Have a good night." He walked away, leaving me to my thoughts. "I hope I do." I glanced at the sky one more time before I made my exit. I entered my bedroom, and the three women immediately approached me. These were my concubines. It was a tradition that the draconian king without a mate could keep concubines to serve as a means of pleasure. None of them were ever meant for marriage. And if the king ever found his queen, the concubines were to be given to able-bodied men.