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

"Brent," Devon growled, his voice laced with authority and a simmering menace. Brent halted mid-step, his body tensing as he turned back, catching the glint of challenge in Devon's sharp gaze. He had been moments away from shifting into his wolf and sprinting back to report to Rodrigo about the outcome of his meeting with Olivia, but now, faced with the Alpha, he knew retreat was not an option.

Brent shivered involuntarily as Devon began to close the distance between them, his every step deliberate, predatory. Despite the warning bells ringing in his mind, Brent squared his shoulders. He was the strongest beta in the pack—he wouldn't be cowed so easily.

Devon finally stopped mere inches away, his lips curling into a slow, calculating smile. "I appreciate you taking the time to visit Olivia."

14. Summoned.