The Harems of the Alphas

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It was the harem of the wolves.

It was ruled by the Luna female.

And it was permeated with the thick, primal scent of wolfkind’s territorial dominance and latent power.

The Luna Selene was nestled between two females, both beautifully chocolate-skinned, one as slender as a sylph, the other gifted with generous curves and soft, full lines. The two lingered close to her side, attentive and reverent, their every movement tuned to attend their Alpha’s comfort and will. They regarded Selene with utter devotion, bound as loyal Omegas plucked from the endless ranks of her harem. Males and females alike waited in every chamber of the compound she had expanded over a century, building her wolf dynasty, all eager to earn her favor and carry her heirs.

The females’ bare limbs tangled in quiet companionship, skin warm and dewy with the heat of their domain. Their soft breathy murmurs carried quiet yearning, like wounded wolves craving their Alpha’s regard, each silently hoping to rise higher in Selene’s grace. Selene held absolute command over them, her authority unshakable and undisputed within her lands.

Selene heard rushed footsteps—the doors to her bedroom slammed open. “Luna—”

The two Omegas whirled to their feet and Shifted into their wolf forms with the explosive sound of ripping flesh. They towered over the messenger and snarled deep in their chests, ready to lunge and strike his throat down at their Alpha’s slightest command. Alphas were notoriously known for their violent possessiveness over what they claimed to be theirs, but Omegas could occasionally give them a run for their money when their oath of duty hung in the balance—they would not let any intruder disrupt their Luna’s peace.

But it angered Selene as well. “What do you want?” she snapped.

“Selene,” the messenger spluttered, “he is here. Kiran is here to see you.”

Selene almost let her own wolf form tear free from her skin. “Let him wait,” she snarled, so viciously that the messenger fled within a heartbeat. “Get over here!” was her next snarl to the females.

They shifted back at once and scrambled onto her bed. The grand bedroom, known far and wide as the chamber of Alpha repose, was thickly carpeted, the resting place a feather-down comforter large enough for three bodies. Selene usually chose one Omega to keep her company, but sometimes her restless power ran too strong, and she called two to stay at her side. Yet the news of Kiran scattered her calm entirely. As the two Omegas curved their bodies beside hers, she snapped at the slim one to back off. “I choose you,” she said to the plump one.

Twin growls rumbled forth, one thick with triumph, the other sharp with jealousy. Selene let the slim one remain beside them even as she sulked, unspoken tension of status hanging heavy between the two. The plump Omega possessed a physique far more likely to conceive and carry young, making her the better choice to bear Selene’s offspring among the harem. When the moment passed, Selene rose to her feet, her gaze cold and hard.

When the stillness settled fully, Selene’s voice cut through the air. “Let him in.”

Behind her, the Omegas whined in quiet protest at the end of their repose—one still hoping to remain in her favor through the night, the other worn and weary from their fierce exertions. Selene snarled wordlessly, and the unspoken order to depart was abundantly clear. They slipped behind a curtain and out the hidden door just as Kiran shoved his way through the main doors.

The Alpha male was her oldest sworn enemy. Between them lay a bitter bet, a ruthless competition born of pride and arrogance: a contest to see who could claim more loyal Omegas, build a stronger faction, and sire the most wolf kin within three years’ time.

Selene stood gloriously uncloaked, her skin glowing with the innate warmth of an Alpha she-wolf, and padded toward Kiran as he stalked forward, fully clothed. “Come to gloat?” she purred. They stopped just a few feet apart.

Kiran’s gaze roamed over her frame with the sharp, appraising glare of a rival sizing up an equal. Selene’s eyes held equal challenge, unyielding and unafraid. “Or just come to pay a visit?”

He was too proud to hide his intent. “I did come here to gloat,” he said tightly. “Two new litters—twins, and three new loyal Omega bindings since we last met.”

Selene offered a casual, mocking laugh. “Oh, how funny, the same numbers grace my harem! Two bindings and three litters! So much can change in just some months.”

Kiran’s lips started to curl into a sneer. “What a petty liar you are, Selene.”

Her lips curved in a smile just a little too wide to be human. “If you came to insult me, why come at all?” She took one step toward him. “Why come if neither of us can easily bear pure offspring? Two Alphas, locked in a genetic dead end… left only to vie for power and rank.”

Kiran’s eyes narrowed with feral hunger and the sharp fire of rivalry—the urge to break her dominance, to prove himself the stronger wolf. He closed the space between them in one predatory stride. “Insatiable lust for dominance,” he murmured. He bent at the waist to match her height. “Desire to crush the competition.” His eyes flicked to her bared fangs, tilting his head to the side. “Perhaps the simple urge to tear you down.”

Without another word, Kiran lunged forward, striking fast with the brutal speed of a shifting wolf. Selene did not flinch, meeting his charge head-on, her own canines lengthening into sharp, glinting fangs. She dodged his fist and struck back, claws slicing through the air to graze his forearm, drawing a thin trail of blood. It welled bright and warm on his skin, dripping down his wrist to stain the floor. He reeled back with a low curse, muscles coiling tight as his inner wolf threatened to surge forth and take full control.

She only smiled, sliding her tongue over her own sharp claws faintly stained with his blood. It tasted of iron, of victory, of unyielding power. Her gaze locked onto him, daring him to strike again.

Kiran would be a fool to ignore the challenge. He ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a powerfully muscled frame forged by countless battles. The two clashed at once, sharp growls rumbling in their throats as they grappled and tested each other’s strength. Fangs flashed, claws scored skin, and the tang of blood lingered in the air amid their struggle.

“Love has no place here,” Selene gasped, her nails sharpening into wolfish claws as she raked them along his back. She burned to overpower him and win their bet, two proud Alphas bound only by bitter rivalry. “Only raw, unbridled contest.”

Kiran snarled a sharp warning and set his jaw to her shoulder, the age-old friction between them flaring anew.

“No one says we cannot keep testing each other’s strength,” Kiran growled.

“Hatred… or just obsession with victory?” she growled back, shifting to break his hold.

“Can I not revel in both?” he panted. Their struggle raged on, each striving to gain the upper hand.

“Just call it petty sabotage,” Selene said. “Wear me down with this brawling, and I will not have the strength to tend my harem and strengthen my ranks.”

“Then I wear myself down right alongside you.” Kiran left his shoulder exposed, an unspoken invitation.

Selene did not hesitate. She sank her fangs deep into his muscle, and they both let out wolfish cries of pain and triumph before pulling apart, heaving for breath. The air hung heavy with blood, musk and the primal heat of their strife. They were creatures born to dominate, clinging fiercely to their harems and determined to outdo one another. Arrogant and unyielding, neither could bring themselves to strike the final blow against their only equal.

As if Kiran could read Selene’s mind, his voice rasped when he said, “I wouldn’t hesitate to rip your throat out if you took one step to invade my harem and my lands.”

“Likewise."