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

<p>The war room was thick with tension, its stone walls steeped in the weight of centuries of Moonhall pack battle strategies. A massive wooden table dominated the center, its surface cluttered with maps, reports, and ink-smeared notes. A single overhead bulb flickered weakly, casting a dim, yellowish glow, while sunlight streamed through the tall windows, slashing across the carpet in sharp contrast.</p>

<p>Portraits of past Alphas, from the first Moonhall Alpha to the most recent—Noah—lined the walls, their painted eyes seeming to watch over the meeting in silent judgment. Devon sat at the table, his jaw clenched, fingers drumming absently against the wood as he studied the map before him. Beside him, his Beta, Antonio, mirrored his tension, his sharp gaze darting between the reports and their closest ally, Alpha Noah.</p>

24. Full shika.