Reverse Harem Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Every werewolf, regardless of their age, enjoys midnight runs through the woods- it's a way to quiet our thoughts and recharge our batteries, but during my wife's absence, the old Alpha took it upon himself to destroy these things. The worst part is that he didn't bother to maintain the landscape. All the trees look like they've been blown to pieces, which makes the sight even less believable. If someone told me they had seen something like this, I'd call the person crazy. And now, I'm fucking pissed. Not only at how this homophobic piece of shit treated my treasure, but at what he did behind my Zeno's back. Now that's what I call a fucking challenge.

She raised her face to the ceiling and unleashed a howl that wasn’t entirely wolf and wasn’t entirely human, a sound at a frequency that sent pain slicing straight through the inner ear. The kings covered their ears and screamed. Blood ran from Aurelian’s mouth, sudden and bright, dripping down his chin and onto his clothes. She shoved him backward and he crashed against the wall, more blood flooding his throat as his body slid down the stone. Kira cried out from somewhere inside him. “She’s the Cursed Omega. I remember now. I remember who I was. This woman killed your grandfather, my previous bonded wolf, Eryx.” But Aurelian was already falling toward unconsciousness, the name the only thin

Black fur bristling in the wind. Ears? Tail? Wolf? Man? Werewolf? What the f—? He flies over my head like a dark storm. For a split second, time seems to slow. I look up, and my gaze locks with his chaotic, blood-red eyes. The werewolf's nose twitches. He smells me. He glances back, confusion in his eyes, but he doesn't stop. He looks like he is being chased by something even worse. In a blink, he vanishes into the shadows.

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

I said slowly. I could already see their minds working over time trying to process what I was telling them, "Eli corrupted the minds of the wolves over seas before he was banished to another alternate world. Over there he does as he pleases but his presence has never left his portion here which is the wolves over seas. They do not see Athea or Lucinda as mothers or goddesses. I spoke with Athea, told her we would help her but she isn't too keen on us helping. She said it was a battle for her to face." I added. Everyone was visibly stunned by what I was telling them. "We can't let her face an entire army by herself." Chloe finally said. "As strong as she is she won't stand a chance against th

“Good. Luke, you can continue.” “Yes, alpha,” he nodded in my direction, before turning back to Nathaniel. “The original Serene not only created werewolves, but is the mother of The First Ones, the first vampires. Our Serene, Ophelia, has the same abilities that the original had, but has more than enough power to do the opposite. Really, she is a descendant of the original, but so much more.”

Pascal looked at him and snorted coldly "you want me to collaborate with you, that will be a betrayal against the vampires, the vampires have nothing to do with werewolves" Noah shook his head "time has changed, Pascal, we and the werewolves are now one big family" Noah said with a mischievous smile. Pascal sneered "by putting them under your control, what a big family!" Noah chuckled "family do fight, is the game of benefits, it is normal" The two of them became silent "I can't prevent Lava from returning" Pascal snorted coldly "if you want us to be friends, that won't be possible, I won't work with vampires, forget about it"