Reverse Harems Novels & Stories

She would not like to act as Luna and became a tool for the remaining Alphas. In addition to that, if she’s weak, she might die early. Adam would disagree with this plan. 'Also, will I be able to share her with other beasts if that happens?' Chandler wondered. "Brett," he called. The Alpha of the Holmes looked at him. “There will be a Gouger game next month,” Chandler said. He was talking about the bloody game where male werewolves from the WayHoRix clan will fight each other in the huge forest. It is to celebrate an old tradition. The winner of the game will receive a prize from the Elder of the Wayne.

“Why would I? I like you. A lot, Riley. And I think you already know that.” He didn’t say anything right away, just watched me with those sharp eyes. Finally, he turned his head slightly, staring out over the water. “You kind of remind me of Marcus.” The name hit like a sucker punch and I felt jealous. “Marcus,” I repeated, the taste of it bitter in my mouth. “You miss him?… and your pack?” Riley exhaled, his shoulders stiff. “I can’t go back now. Not after Marcus is dead. He was my wolf’s mate but never claimed me. We were… something, but not everything.” His jaw clenched. “It’s kind of complicated.”

He’s full of it, he loves the chase. It isn’t as though we haven’t bedded a female since we woke, there’s no way I could go totally without. Far too many unmated at the Shadow Warriors headquarters are sex addicts. But, we have had to scale back much more than either of us would like. I do miss the thrill of the chase. “You’re giving me a five out of five? But I suck at this,” Harlow whispers, as her emerald green eyes look up at me. I give her a small nod and press my lips together.

The days following my connection to Fenrir's memories were a blur of preparation and planning. Armed with new understanding of the breach and how to address it, we worked tirelessly to develop a strategy that would create the equilibrium Fenrir had envisioned. "The ritual will require seven focal points," I explained to our gathered allies in the war room. "Each positioned at a major ley line intersection surrounding the central nexus point beneath our compound." Xander leaned over the map where I had marked these locations, his brow furrowed in concentration. "These points form a perfect heptagram around our territory."

The pale moon was all she could see if she was searching for it, however, even that was hidden by the bright lights. There were men on top of the wall. They control the beams of light, rotating them toward her and the mercenary. From below, a speaker turned on, filling the air with static. “State your name and business!” She didn’t see guns, but she felt like they were on her. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. She tensed as the mercenary leaned back. She hadn’t noticed how cold she was until his unintentional body heat was removed. “The Raven. I’ve returned with a gift for the King’s harem.”

she called and we followed behind her at a distance, taking the passageway. There was a red-haired Omega straddling one of the warriors as he groaned and she moaned. He shot me a creepy smile, biting his lips. A cold chill hit me and I immediately looked away. There were many more similar scenes we passed which my eyes tried very hard to avoid. There were some rooms around and you could still hear screams and groans there. Is that all they do here? Have sex? Kia really wasn't exaggerating when she told me this. After walking for a while, deep into the Harem, the deeper we got, the nastier things we saw. Eyes raked us as we passed till we got to a small red-colored tent.

“Now Garrick’s going to wonder why. He’s going to dig. Ask questions. And when he figures out she’s our mate, do you know what’s going to happen?” “She’s not our mate,” Jax shot back. “She’s mine. You two don’t feel anything.” “We feel it,” Riven said, certainty in his tone. “That’s impossible.” The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. “This can’t be real,” I said finally. “Three brothers sharing one mate? That doesn’t happen.” “It’s happening now,” Riven murmured, staring at nothing. Seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. “In the archives, there are stories about women marked with three crescents. Triple bonds.”

"I thought we were past this. Thought we were working as a team. As a pack." "We are," Alvaro says desperately. "This was just—it's hard. Having to share you with two other alphas. Every instinct says you're mine, mine alone. And when I saw Hayes threatening you, when Luciano challenged my claim on the situation—" "I'm not yours alone," I interrupt. "I'm all of yours. That's what being in a reverse harem means. That's what having multiple mates means. You don't get to be possessive and territorial with each other. You have to share."

Grace began softly, her voice carrying a strange weight: “In a vast forest ruled only by wolves, there came a lone hare. The wolves had already hunted every other creature, dominating the land with teeth and claws. But this hare fragile, juicy, foolish enough to step into their territory, surely had only one fate. The wolves lunged. The hare darted, not away, but straight between them. Snarls and howls filled the meadow as the wolves collided, snapping at each other in confusion. The hare vanished into the tall grass.

My blood ran cold when I saw Vissarian Federov stepping out of one of the cars, slowly walking toward us. "That's it, come closer, asshole," Atlas hissed under his breath. "What's going on?" I asked in a confused tone. "Seems like we just joined the hunt," he said with a dark smirk on his face. The hunt? So my uncle, Apollo, and Ares were all here right now. I breathed out in relief, holding a trembling hand to my chest. Vissarian's gaze stayed locked on mine. He took another step forward. And a bullet scratched his left arm, instantly drawing blood.