Royal Harem 소설 & 이야기

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

“Yes…it’s an orthodox trail to be honest.” That didn’t sound good… “What is it?” I asked almost reluctantly now. “The Hall of First Alphas.” The name alone sent chills through me. “What is that?” She took a beat, then lowered her voice and answered. “It’s a very sacred chamber… One that’s even older than this kingdom itself.” Wait…what? Selene continued carefully. “It’s a chamber that has one rule…only royal blood may enter.” That got my pulse racing a little faster now. “What’s inside?”

"Greetings, Queen Dorothea." "Rhea." The older Queen sat down gracefully and took her place on the table shamelessly. The Queen's maids giggled, emphasizing the situation. Rhea sat at the side and skillfully poured tea for the older Queen. "To what do I offer the honor of having you here, Queen Dorothea?" "I've heard that you are carrying an imperial heir, Queen Rhea. Is that true?""Yes, it is." "You should have learned from before that keeping an imperial heir is difficult in this harem."

Not wanting to drag Florence Robinson into my life that was already tangled with Richard Henshaw, the mafia boss's son, I decided against calling her. After I kept the new bag of clothes that Rosa had given to me, I stood in the room, peering around. The faint sound of music filled the air. The distant discussion of people talking echoed outside on the harem's grounds. As I was still dressed in the purple short dress and my black shoes from attending Richard's 24th birthday bash at the clubhouse, When I breathed out, I moved over to the window and peered out of the room on this third floor. The harem was a five-story building. As I stood by the window, I peered out at the city view, admiring

However the inside definitely said otherwise,it was absolutely amazing. "Follow me I will show you to your rooms." Chris said as he led us up some stairs.There were so many rooms in this building. "Is this a hotel of some sort. How many people live here,this is amazing. I have never seen anything like this."Fatima said as her eyes looked around curiously. Chris smiled as if happy to hear her voice-it was the mate bond being fed."This is the Avalon mansion where all the Royals stay. The Royals are just a few however so the higher ranked wolves also stay here guarding the royals plus a few trusted servants."

A middle-aged man with a high temperament appeared at the entrance followed by another four men behind her. Carissa’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t have to guess. These five people were the Royal Packs Leaders. Their aura was combined and Carissa couldn’t help herself from backing away unconsciously. Her pupil shranks as sweat rolled down her back. She was a princess from the Hunter’s Royal Tribes indeed. But, faced with these aged people in front of her made her confidence swayed slightly.

Riley yelled and attempted to leave the office but Zack pulled her back. "You're right, we all did! That's why we shouldn't try to take away or prevent each other's newfound happiness. If not we might end up hurting each other even more." He cautioned before letting go of her hand and walking out on her. 'Shit! Everyone always thinks I'm in the wrong but I have a feeling that this girl will ruin us and expose our 10 years old secret.' She mumbled to herself as she stomped off to her room. The Royal Pack House was segmented into two wide Chambers and ever since their fall out, one belonged to Harris' parents while the other belonged to him with each having its separate staff and important pla

Even the women in the harem don't feel safe. Speaking of the harem... There was a fight between Karen and that Gemma girl. Karen is among my favourites, and fights in my harem are as rare as walking fish. That places Gemma at fault. I can't remember any of the seven girls that the Queen Mother sent with her, but she has done so much that I now even know her name, both good and bad. But the most recent, the rumour about her and me has to be the last straw. That the King of Suro has fallen for an Omega...

Even with the title concubine, I was expected to uphold a certain look within the court. Luckily for Farren and Phaedra, they had never been invited before. Never got an appetite for the gossip being spread like butter on toast. On the other hand, I had excelled at their weak games before my one-month mark within these halls. Back when the king was still somewhat healthy. Back when the harem was a single girl meant to please her king after his wife's passing. When life was simple and two people just adored each other in secrecy.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the