Reverse Harem Wolf Books Novels & Stories

CEO's Mistress - A CEO Romance (Completed) Slave to the Alpha - A Werewolf Slave Romance (Completed) Mark of the Alpha King - A Werewolf Rebirth+Revenge Romance (Completed) Alpha's Claimed Mate - A Werewolf Romance (Completed) Mated to the Rogue Lycan - A Dark Werewolf Romance (Completed) Forced Marriage to the Secret Billionaire - A Billionaire Romance (Completed) Series: (Wolfverse Series) Book 1: Omega for the Alpha King Book 2: Forbidden for the Alpha King Book 3: Mated to the Enemy Alpha King (Coming Soon) Book 4: Name to be decided (Coming Soon) Have a Nice Day Lovelies! Love you ❤️ ~S.Y

The guys might not be with me then, we might have become strangers by then but I still want to do it and I will. "Bethany, you sell yourself too short. I assure you that whatever you put out will be good. You seem to forget that you have earned yourself a loyal reader base. They will read what you put out and I am sure it will be good. Hit me with a little preview." She told me excitedly. I smiled. "It's a reverse harem. Three guys, one woman, werewolf, and a lot of erotics." I told her. I blushed when I spoke about the erotic contents of the book. I already know there will be a lot. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole twenty-nine and half years before I met

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she whispered to herself, heart racing. She was twenty years old. The scholarship kid and half-wolf omega who worked twice as hard as everyone else just to belong. Tonight she wanted to feel something real. The air thickened with hundreds of amplified scents—alpha musk, sweet omega perfume, raw desire. Her skin prickled and a low throb started low in her belly. “Fuck,” she breathed. Her heat was waking up. She slipped through the crowd, pulse quickening as masculine scents wrapped around her like invisible hands. One hit her hard—dark cedarwood and smoke, dangerous and familiar in a way that made her thighs clench. Another followed—warm leather and fresh rain, steady and intoxicating.

I inhaled deeply. I smelled her willingness. Her arousal was a cloying scent that should have triggered my wolf. It should have made my instincts scream to fuck her. My wolf should have been interested. He always was in the past. He should have been urging me to take what she was offering. Instead… Dead silence inside my head. ‘Wrong scent. Wrong woman! Not ours!’ His voice in my head was violent. My wolf was pacing, agitated, furious. He didn’t want this. He wanted Rhiannon.

They are all different colors, and even though sometimes a shifter’s hair color will transfer to their fur, I am not sure if that is the case with these Alphas. One of the wolves is a lighter color, so I think that might coincide with Mark’s blond hair. One is red, so that might be Eli. The darker gray-colored wolf could be Reece since his hair is the darkest, but Tristan’s hair is also dark….. In all honesty, I could be wrong about all of them. And then, it really doesn’t matter to me who wins anyway. It’s not as if any of them seem any better than the others when it comes to who I want to sleep with first.

But something had to be done. Alpha Zaro had to stop Svetlana from leaving the pack. According to some old prophecy, it was believed that a white wolf would grant the pack prosperity. Valeria was befitted to the description but nothing improved. Later on, her daughter Svetlana also fell over the criteria.

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

He chuckled, but kind of softly. - Yeah, just imagine. Several times I saw you fooling around behind your house. And only then I realized when I joined your company: it’s very comfortable and calm with you, you attract me like the sun and warm me with your warmth. And if our beasts, as you think, really pushed us towards each other, it would have happened sooner, Leah. From the very first sight. Usually the rest of the werewolves do this: as soon as they smell a couple, they are drawn to each other. But we don’t have that situation: your artifact blocks the smell, that’s why there was no recognition, and even now I catch only the subtlest echoes of yours, namely your smell. And then, just be

she was at the end of the day, a practical woman. “Yeah, that's a good comparison, actually. I think in wolf communities there is more pressure, and there are all kinds of matchmaking services. Some shifters go from pack to pack testing their compatibility and at the end of it, they match with the highest compatibility percentages. I always thought those were odd pairings though, not super romantic to go about measuring blood and status as a reason to mate. My grandfather said that a mate is sacred and is a religious practice and some believe that you should not force or change what the goddess wants. Some say it’s because of science that our race is suffering, punishment from the goddess” H