Reverse Harem Novels & Stories

Keiran suddenly tilted his head to the side. My eyes instantly locked on the bond mark. There was no missing it. Anger was the first emotion that filled me. It was a struggle not to act on it. “We will fight if you attack,” Keiran said softly. “I’m not going to stand back just because you’re my brother.” I sucked in a breath. Their scent filled my nostrils. Lemongrass, lime, and vanilla along with spent passion and another scent lingering underneath it all. “She’s going into heat.”

Chapter 93 Knowledge of Impending Doom "I know who it is!" Aethon announced, his voice bursting forth with urgency as he suddenly appeared before the High Council, his eyes blazing with intensity. This immediately got all of their attention, and they leaned forward, their faces tense with anticipation. They all waited, sitting on the edge of their seats, their eyes fixed on Aethon, eager for him to reveal the name. "It is 'Demenion', son of Jamal," Aethon declared, his words dripping with conviction, his jaw set in determination. The room fell silent, the weight of his revelation hanging in the air like a dark foreboding.

There was no rush, no expectation, only a quiet understanding. One of the most surprising things he did was let all the women in his harem go. Some of them weren’t happy about it, and a few of them even confronted me, challenging me with icy stares and bitter words. But when I stood my ground and dealt with a few, the others stopped. They left me alone after that. It felt empowering, a small victory that helped me reclaim pieces of myself.

Every slow drag of her hand, every bead of precum she smeared down his length, every tiny shudder that ran through him—he wanted it branded under my skin. Brianna’s other hand slid up under his shirt, raking nails lightly across his stomach. His abs contracted hard under her touch. A low, rough sound slipped out of him then, not quite a groan, more like a stifled curse, and I felt it land somewhere deep between my legs, hot and sudden and humiliating. I hated him for it. I hated her for it. I hated myself most of all.

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much. Bye! AND EVERY GOOD THING COMES TO AN END!!!

I took my iPad with me to my room and I put on my black tank top, black jeans and black leather jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't help but laugh seeing myself in the mirror. I took my helmet and my leather gloves with me. I walked out from my room and went straight to the basement. I took out my motor bike and smiled happily looking at it. I put on my helmet and started to drive it out from my mansion. I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night.

“Look, this is an imaginary land. A land of illusions and hallucinations.” “ I still don't get your point.” “Sorcerer looked into your past and use it to influence and predict your future.” Remedy replied him. “Yeah, I know you are confused, but actually this was how everything has started.” ***** Flashbacks, Nathan, (Remedy brother) POV “Remedy, I have a huge task for you.” “Hump, huh?” “What task brother?” Remedy questioned. “Remember the prophecy?” Nathan questioned while remedy looked at him confused, probably trying to crack her brain.

Jess returned to the room that had become her private sanctuary. After the silly hug Kenzo gave near the garden, she quickly let go. She chose to flee like a teenage girl who had fallen in love for the first time. The unfortunate part was that Jess stiffened because the hug turned out to be warmer than she remembered. There was a ton of desire in her to reciprocate Kenzo's embrace, to share an unspoken feeling, but... no. Jess didn't want to do that.

“Because talking about her was like bleeding all over again.” “Tell me everything,” Isabella demanded, her voice calm again but firmer. She wasn’t asking—she was commanding. He sank into his chair, rubbing his temples before starting. ***** “Caramel was… born out of a mistake. A beautiful, tragic mistake.” His voice was low, almost reverent. “Lady Miriam—Aura’s mother—was a close friend of your mother’s. After our marriage began to crack, I turned to her. We both knew it was wrong. But desire has a way of blinding us.”

“Let me offer clarity.” He placed the flash drive gently on the table, it click on metal like a gavel being struck. “That,” he said, “holds a record of your transactions, your login patterns, IP addresses rerouted and buried under onion layers… all traced back to one central command.” He leaned forward. “And it’s not Mr. Trent.” The silence broke. The first hacker let out a dry, nervous laugh, but it cracked halfway through and died in his throat. The second squirmed, then muttered under his breath, “We didn’t think it would go this far.”