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 nodded curtly before shutting the door with more force than necessary. A brief moment of silence followed before another sharp knock echoed through the small space. She inhaled deeply, pressing her lips into a firm line.

"I did say he wanted you there immediately," Elsa's voice rang out from the other side, the words laced with exasperation.

Olivia exhaled slowly through her nose, clenching her fists at her sides. Without a word, she opened the door just enough to glare at Elsa before slamming it shut once more.

The knock came again, this time louder. More insistent. As if Elsa was personally affronted by Olivia's reluctance.

"Olivia, hurry!" Elsa snapped. "I've told you three times now—Alpha Devon wants you in his chamber. Now."

15. Use your words.