Ana let out a soft sigh as she finished checking me, her expression calm and professional for someone who was also one of my lovers. Being with a doctor felt dangerously convenient—like having a personal healer who knew every inch of me intimately.
Being the girlfriend of five alphas who had all touched far too many parts of my life felt even more absurd, their scents and presences lingering like an inescapable web of affection and possession.
Should I call this a harem? I wondered, the term bubbling up with a mix of thrill and embarrassment. Maybe not. That word sounded too messy, too dramatic, too public. But at the same time, it also felt weirdly fitting.
I had the attention of five alphas, all of them doting on me in their own way—fierce protectors, tender lovers—and somehow, I felt less like a girlfriend and more like an emperor trapped in a very soft, very affectionate court.
