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Not that it had worked before but maybe three was a charm. In the harem, everyone had their rooms but a communal bath and toilet. Both facilities were large, had running water hot and cold, and were diligently cleaned every other hour or so. As I rounded the corner to the baths, I tripped and fell skinning my knee. Rather I was tripped. Four harem women stood, glaring at me unrepentantly, I couldn't tell who had done it. I didn't even know their names. What could I have possibly done to warrant that?

Then again, one should expect nothing less from the male lead from the light-novel A Fairytale Romance and crown prince of Astral. Even though he was the male lead in a shoujo romance genre novel, without the heroine, Maria could’ve easily mistaken him for a shounen male harem protagonist due to the number of girls that ridiculously fell for him. The temperature outside felt warm. A light breeze ruffled his raven hair; those cold piercing violet eyes of his were pointed in Maria's direction. "...Y-Yo," Maria nervously greeted, saying the first thing that popped into her head; this greeting earned her an annoyed look from the crown prince.

They lived in the cramped insides of the Harem, where fresh air was rare to find as the air there was consistently filled with sex, smoke, and sweat. The Harem was a busy and traumatizing place to be. So many men, mated and unmated, walked in and out every day, frequenting it. There were different sections too. Breeders who had been impregnated by some common wolves walked around with swollen bellies as the day of their labour drew near, while the pleasure house was the worst part of the Harem.

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

Of course, he isn’t phased. “It’s not about me liking it, I’m just confused… A harem and multiple wives are the norm here… but going to other kingdoms and taking women who are not part of your-” He places a finger to my lips before he pushes me inside and steps inside himself. The women make to close the doors and although I shake my head at them; they don’t obey, simply smiling at me happily. “You really are too intrigued in matters of fucking.” He sighs, making me frown, but he smirks arrogantly right after. “I do not blame you. You have been here several days, yet you have not been taken care of.”

“With all due respect, Luna, these reforms would make us nothing more than stud animals. The Harem has always been about more than just reproduction.” Riley watched Sabrina’s face carefully, noting the slight tightening around her eyes. She was preparing for battle. “The Harem has also been about death,” she replied, her voice steady. “Seventeen men in the last twenty years across allied packs. All recorded as accidents or honourable duels.” The room fell silent. Riley could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. “Those were isolated incidents,” Elder Marcus insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. “Were they?” Sabrina’s gaze swept across the assembled males. “How many of you ha

Aria also bowed and left, leaving Eden and I alone. “Queen Aurora,” he said, his voice smooth, but there was no mistaking the tension in my eyes. It didn’t matter that he tried to speak kindly; I had seen too much already. I know now. The version of him I thought I understood had cracked. “What is this place?” I asked again, my voice flat but laced with disappointment. Eden looked around lazily before answering. “This is Damon’s harem.” My face tightened and Eden glared at me. “Don’t worry, Damon hardly comes here. It’s more for us; his trusted alphas, his friends.” he said quickly.

“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.

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

The professor, oblivious to the term, questioned, "What does 'harem' mean?" I cast a wry smile at him. "Professor, sometimes ignorance is bliss." Randy, always eager to enlighten, explained, " 'Harem' means one man dating multiple women at the same time!" The professor frowned, his disapproval evident. "Oh, this won't do! One should be faithful!" "It's just a novel! But what intrigues me about this one is the male lead; I've never seen a protagonist in a harem novel this hard to pursue!" Randy said.