Why Choose Vs Reverse Harem Novels & Stories

“Even the Goddess adapts. The texts say she believed in preserving life, not causing deaths. Elder so drugging another and having them raped to have the competition killed is purification. Or perhaps war where the main dies? Or the accidents that seem to occur? What I was going to suggest is this: a sperm bank for all the males that enter my Harem and my Main. It gives all males a chance at a pup, reduces mortality, and helps build stronger bloodlines. Isn’t that what it was meant for? In case of death, they will still have a chance for said bloodline to continue.” The father paused and stroked his chin at his daughter’s words; her suggestion might strengthen bloodlines and preserve those th

The bond was pulling so hard it physically hurt not to move. All three of us sensing her fear at once, felt a flicker of wrongness. An alpha can never share his mate with others even if they were born together. So yes this was the right choice. Because the alternative was accepting her as our mate then claiming her and binding ourselves to a human who could never be Luna, was impossible. The pack would revolt and my father would disown us. So I stood there drinking and pretending I couldn’t feel her breaking upstairs and my wolf wasn’t screaming that I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.

“I am, though the Council doesn’t know yet.” “The Council’s full of stuffy old men, and a couple of stuffy old women.” Mariwyn laughed with delight. “Good for you, North. Should I ever choose to marry, I plan to have a harem much like yours.” “They can be a handful,” warned North with only a trace of seriousness. Mariwyn practically purred. “I can well imagine in just what ways.” Her eyes closed for a moment, and she sighed, looking satisfied. “Yes, I would definitely pick him.”

“I’m afraid our place caters to couples, and this is a big season for honeymoons and anniversaries. I have one room left if you boys are okay sharing though!” The three of us shrug. We’ve slept in cramped places together before. All males in our pack go through a combat training and wilderness preparedness program. It’s for when we can’t shift and rely on our animal to survive due to the proximity of humans. We had to share a two-person sized tent then, so we can survive this. “That will be fine thank you.” I tell her. “Oh, my what an interesting accent, are you from China?” She asks. I smile and shake my head. It’s not the first time someone has asked the same question.

When Liam showed me the offer, our biggest fight yet erupted. We argued for hours. Liam was torn between pride, burning jealousy, the dark thrill he still felt, and genuine fear that he was losing control of our relationship. I was torn between my deep love for him and the overwhelming, addictive pull of being used by large groups of powerful men. The Harem called an emergency meeting that same night. After intense discussion, they reached a compromise: I could accept the offer, but four senior Harem members would accompany me as “protection,”

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan