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

The alpha's car, the only real vehicle in the pack, stood ready—a modernized carriage in both design and function. The second its tires crunched against the gravel outside the infirmary, the nurses rushed out, their faces stricken with concern.

They barely had time to open the doors before he was thrusting Olivia into their arms. "Take her!"

Inside, he followed closely as they laid her on a bed in the emergency unit. The scent of antiseptic filled his nose, mingling with the thick anxiety clenching his chest.

"Where is Susan?" Devon's voice was clipped, barely restrained.

The nurse nearest to him hesitated, biting her lip. "She's… in the theatre."

He narrowed his eyes. "Get her. Now."

"Don't test my patience." His growl rumbled low and dangerous, slicing through any further protest.

16. Dragons.