What Does Reverse Harem Mean Novels & Stories

North lost track as Mariwyn wish-listed her harem, all composed of men North had never met and didn’t know how to visualize. Instead, she stroked the fabric and listened to Mariwyn, who was lost in her fantasy. For North, she had already found her harem, and she had no interest in expanding it, but she enjoyed seeing Mariwyn’s clear delight at the idea of bringing together all the men who interested her. She wasn’t certain if Orin’s sister would actually go through with it, or if it was simply all talk, but she was happy to introduce her to the notion—and even happier to accept the fabrics Mariwyn gifted her more than an hour later, including the pink material.

“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 was dying from where I stood as they continue to tear me apart while my stepbrothers seemed to relish in it because it was their plan all along. “This is why humans shouldn’t be in pack houses. They don’t understand boundaries or understand what’s appropriate.” Tristan said to the crowd like I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t meet their eyes or any other person’s. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole right now. They wanted this to happen for reasons I don’t even understand. Why are they doing this? But the better question is. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? “Yeah, getting turned on must be her way of saying thanks.” Azriel grinned.

“Huh. I’ll be damned. Most of the women I associate with don’t catch on this quickly.” “Most of the women you associate with are probably idiots,” she mutters. I throw my head back and laugh. “I can’t argue with you there. But, you know, alliances with wealthy families whose daughters haven’t had to do jack shit but get mani-pedis and swim around in their pools don’t always make it as interesting for me.” “Then I’d suggest you stop trying to ally yourself with wealthy families’ daughters before your heir comes out with an IQ of two,” Harper replies.

I still wasn't certain what the purpose of this history lesson was. He frowned, then locked his eyes on me. "All the humans in the harem were the marked ones, just like you. Sariel doesn't want to build a harem, so it is only natural that you have the status of his main wife," he explained. I gasped. My head started to spin. It all sounded so serious. Until that moment, I had no idea what being marked meant. "Wait… but that doesn't make any sense…" I smiled hesitantly, "So every woman bitten by the vampire automatically becomes his wife?"

“What I am talking about is those two whispering in the front seat on the way here. I just googled the word Luca said some woman had used” From Andrea’s slightly shaking finger, to his fast breathing I know he is pulling himself together for a confrontation. Shit he knows, that little geek. “So you want to know more or what ?” My brother asks. “Okay then”. Martin shrugs. “What is a hamram then ?” We all look at Andreas, who seems to shrink a bit into the chair. “As far as I could figure out, a hamram is some kind of berserk. All the saga’s talk about how they put on the skin of a bear and gained its strength”.

“So, which one is it? The overprotective one or the one who’s pretending he’s not watching your every move?” “It’s not—” I started, then stopped, because how could I explain it? “It’s complicated.” “It sounds like a reverse harem situation,” Chloe stated bluntly. “That’s not complicated. That’s just greedy.” I spluttered, nearly choking on my coffee. “It’s not a reverse harem!” “Alina, you’ve got three handsome, dangerous guys competing for your attention while you’re living in their clubhouse,” Chloe said, counting on her fingers. “That’s like the plot of every dark romance novel. The only thing missing is a dramatic kidnapping twist.”

He grabbed a book and leaned down to pull another book from the shelf. “Didn’t the males fight?” Demetrius slowly straightened with a groan and turned around to face me. He held out the books. “I expect them back in my hands when you’re done,” he growled. I took the books from him. “Of course.” “The Golden wolves are the only wolves known to have more than one mate in the world, but they only share a bond with their true mates.” He sunk down on the couch. “The males are almost always blood brothers or brothers by choice so to answer your question, there’s no fighting between them.”

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and looking pretty?" "There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." "So you don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.

“She has been by service for six years. With her, you will learn the dos and don'ts of this harem.” A harem? Wait did they bring me to the harem?? I almost yelled at her. Annabelle told me stories about harem. One man and a hundred wives. With each struggling to be his favorite. I never wanted to share my husband with me. Another thought came to my mind, just when I was about to protest. If Ivar was married to many women, he was going to be less concern and forget about my existence . ~which makes it a brilliant idea.~