The Peerless Concubine Novels & Stories

A chill ran down their spines and Lady Noh felt herself in the middle of another trouble. The dress belonged to Lord Cyrus' beloved concubine who had died a horrible death just because she was not his mate! “My lady…this…” Lady Noh tried to prevent Danielle from choosing that pink gown which was alpha Cyrus’ concubine’s gown. The head maid was unsure who would do such a terrible thing to bring that dress there. It was evident that the female staff despised and resented Danielle because they wished to warm the alpha’s bed. But he bought a lowly slave to do that and it was beyond their patience. It infuriated them and perhaps that was why one of the ladies set that trap.

The curve of her pale, slender neck catches the moonlight, and she pouts up at the domineering man. "My alpha, we've been looking everywhere for you," she whimpers, sauntering toward him. The tension in the back of his neck releases as he catches her scent. I recognize it as well. Rebecca, one of his concubines. His favorite, from what I can recall. She's in his ear and his bed, even more than the Luna. I'm caught in the doe brown of her eyes as her gaze shifts between us, a knowing smile curving her red-painted lips.

“I don’t wanna hear that word right now.” I told my best friend and she paused for a second. “Is this about your Dad?” Another cringe. “Lisa can we not say any D word for the meantime.” I groaned. “Sorry.” She whispered and just then our ride stopped before a garden walk way. As we got out, a tall blonde lady in floral prints kimono came out of a mansion and I’m stunned by her extraordinary beauty. She had perfect skin, her suspiciously full lips heavily painted red and her nails matching red too.

I always wanted to experience it but the men here are scumbags who are not even able to fulfil your bedroom needs. Venoshin was a world far away from earth. We shapeshift into the animal our soul connects to. Mine was a snake while Diana was a cheetah. It is ruled by a woman but to be honest the men still call the shot here. A man could do whatever he wanted to a woman and no one could say anything. That was not even the worst part. When a woman found her mate, he could either choose to reject or accept her. Even if he accepted her, he could still go to other women and the mate would not say anything. That's how fucked up my world was.

He was truly grateful that he met that woman otherwise he will never be able to experience such heaven. What was her name again? Aurelia King, the White Widow, a very dangerous woman who made him feel powerless. It was a good thing that he had his eyes on just one person and that was his little devious witch, Enchantia. Just like her name she enchanted him.

This doctor is very handsome and cute guy as well. As the woman has awaken. Now, she knocks on the wood to go home. However, Michael lets the cat out of the bag to her. That, he will bring his wife to their house. Here, the guy will give her 20 pearl and 20 diamond gold. To his offer, she does not bring the house down on it. However, she really attracts to Arnel’s appearance. To that, she has made up her mind to go with them.

“She worked here.” A muscle moved in his jaw. “In the kitchens,” he said. “Six months.” The hallway seemed to tilt a little. Clara had not been some perfect society girl with pearls at her throat and a family name strong enough to survive scandal. She had been staff. A girl in an apron. A girl people probably looked through until Adrian didn’t. A girl like Elena. The thought settled cold beneath her ribs. “So that’s your type?” she asked, before she could stop herself. “Poor women who need rescuing?”

He roared and flooded my pussy with a massive load, pumping me full until it gushed out around his cock and ran down my legs. He stayed buried inside me, breathing heavily against my neck. “Tomorrow night at the Grand Ball,” he whispered darkly, “you will be presented as my personal concubine. Every noble in attendance will have permission to use you. And you will beg for it.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” I gasped, still twitching around his cock. “I’ll be perfect for you.” He finally pulled out, letting his cum drip down my thighs, and kissed me possessively. “Go rest. You’ll need your strength.”

The house was always quiet in the mornings. Not the peaceful kind of quiet that wrapped around you like a warm blanket—but the heavy, watchful kind. The kind that made every footstep sound louder than it should, every clink of porcelain echo just a little too long. Amara had grown used to it. She moved through the marble-floored hallway with practiced grace, balancing a silver tray of freshly brewed coffee and toast. The sunlight filtered in through tall windows, casting long shadows across the pristine walls. Everything in the house was immaculate—polished, ordered, untouched.

And I thought her body was enough to drive me crazy. Her scent...it's almost like Lesley but she smelled as good as heavens unlike her own daughter. 'Tsk. How dare her father abandon this woman for a joke like his second mate?' 'Men like James Castell don't need a reason to be a bitch and watch their own first chance mate wither by the ashes, Jacob.' Rogue responded. I've been admiring her for way too long, but I could do this all day. Her beautiful almond eyes are filled with unsurity and fear of losing her dignity. I do not know how long she's been a concubine for the King, but she is the only older woman in his group of concubines.