Miraharlson

The war between humans, witches, vampires, and dragons was over before it even began. Humans never stood a chance. Now, the survivors are nothing more than slaves, and those born powerless—wolves, witches, and vampires alike—are treated no better.

Olivia is a Stealer Wolf, cursed with a scent that drives male wolves mad with desire. In a world where power is everything, she has none. Worse still, she is mute, abandoned by her own family, and claimed by an Alpha who sees her as nothing more than a plaything. To him, she is weak. To others, she is nothing. But Olivia refuses to break.

Akila was meant to rule. As the last heir to the witch kingdom of Glasgow, she had power, purpose, and a future—until the night she made a terrible mistake. She saved a wounded man, not realizing he was a Dragon King in disguise. By morning, her village lay in ashes, her people slaughtered. Stripped of her magic, she is sold to the very monster she once saved.

Two women. Betrayed. Powerless. Trapped in a world that seeks to crush them.

But they are not broken.

Together, they will rise. Or die trying.

The wicked alpha’s mute bride: Train me Master, choose me

Olivia sprinted toward Devon, who was sprawled on the ground. Her heart pounded in her chest as she skidded to a stop beside him. Devon, however, wasted no time. He scrambled to his feet, his head snapping left and right, scanning the area with frantic urgency.

"What the hell, Olivia?" he hissed, grabbing her hand in a tight grip.

His fingers dug into her skin, but she barely noticed. Everything had happened in the blink of an eye—so fast that even she wasn't sure what had just occurred. One moment, he was standing near her, and the next, he was on the floor. Had he jumped?

No one seemed to understand it, but Devon knew better.

11. Bad weather.