Reverse Harem Wolf Books Novels & Stories

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

She fanned herself dramatically. I rolled my eyes where she couldn’t see. “Then there’s Lucien Ashford. Cold, calculating, brilliant. He runs half the pack alliances in the region. Rich as hell too. And Rowan Everhart…..God, he’s gorgeous. Wild, untamed. They say he shifts faster than any wolf alive.” She sighed. “And Asher Stormwood. Charming, funny, but dangerous when he needs to be.” “Sounds great,” I muttered. “It will be. For me.” She stepped closer.

No matter how long I spend squinting at microfilm and scrolling through articles written before I was born, all I've found are brief mentions of my family's murder. None of it makes sense. Any official reports talk about a tragic accident. Except every time I read those articles something twists inside me because I remember screaming and my mother's slit throat. Don't even get me started on wolf research. Jesus Christ. Every search eventually led me to increasingly unhinged stories. Apparently every werewolf is either a billionaire, a prince, shirtless, or trying to impregnate somebody. Sometimes all four simultaneously. Useful. Really groundbreaking investigative work. Meanwhile, I'm sittin

Okay… “There is an old folklore about five families that the old women used to tell as tales only it isn't exactly tales. Long before, that time wolves had loyalty only to one. A woman and a man, no more than one mate. then came a long Isabella. She was a witch and she was royalty. She was enthralled by her warriors, those who were her protectors. They were four of them. “to protect a royalty then, you had to make pacts and they were blood pacts that wouldn’t be broken even in death. The predictor's werewolves. The four warriors too admired Isabella from Afr but wouldn’t dare do anything about it. it wants in their place and it was an abomination to lay with a woman who you weren’t set for.”

His breath smelled wrong. “Just how I like them,” he said. “Small and afraid.” His hand closed around my wrist. Pain shot up my arm. “I’ll knot you until you’re dripping,” he whispered against my ear. “Then I’ll pass you around and let my friends fill you.” My wolf snarled inside me. Don’t let him touch us. I hate him. My grandmother’s voice whispered in my head. “When your wolf rejects a male, don’t let them touch you. Even safer, don’t let any male knot you.”

I handed him the book. "A reverse harem romance," he read aloud. "What's a reverse harem?" He asked. "A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse," I informed him. He continued reading the publicity blurb on the back of the book. "'I was a virgin when the earth was captured in an interstellar war. I was stripped, enslaved and auctioned off to ten alien warriors who helped subdue our world. I was claimed and ravished in the most reprehensible ways imaginable. They set about mastering my maiden body and instructing me what it means to belong to them absolutely. They bought me to use me, but in my heart I know they

“But Roman is convinced this will make our streak stronger, and he’s our alpha. We have to at least go through the motions.” “How?” he asked. “How will making me part of your… harem... make our streak stronger?” She lifted one shoulder gracefully. “Supposedly it strengthens the magic that binds a streak together.” He sighed. It was taking everything he had to resist her—as if something about her had become more attractive, more alluring, when she became the Alpha Mate for his streak. “I don’t know if I can take sharing you,” he whispered. “I understand.” Her shoulders drooped, and she moved toward the bedroom alone. Her misery cried out to him. With a curse, he moved toward her, sweeping her

Not a single heartbeat besides the ones around me. "Maverick! Scan the area. Eugene might be close by!" I instructed. The Gamma shifted once more and headed into the woods. Harland followed, keeping his head low to the ground. There were no other scents. Nothing to show that more than these three had gotten inside. "Shift!" I tried again. The wolf kept his hackles raised. Alvara looked between us. Something like a memory fluttered over my mind. Not my own. Hers. Alfred telling her of her mother and how Alvara was the Alpha of Lover's Quarrell now. An extinct pack. Or so we had thought.

Richard realized he wanted the life his sister had and it was clear that she wanted his, the funny irony of life is that most times we craved something we might never get but it is okay to dream for hope is what keeps us going. The entourage came to a halt at the entrance of the magnificent Karak’s castle. It was flooded with both Humans and Werewolves, even some witches could be spotted among the ocean of people that had come to pay homage to the late Lord Haimi’s relations. “He was a Dolph,” Richard said as he embarked from his horse. “More of a Fridolf” Tyler said. “Why don’t I believe you guys?, because I believe he was a Conri” Zafira said as she drew her horse, heading towards the stab