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

Outside, Olivia had barely gotten a good look at him—surrounded by Betas, overwhelmed by fear. But now, standing before him, her breath caught in her throat. His clothes were torn, streaked with blood. He looked as if he had just returned from battle. Yet, around them, no one reacted. Everyone passed by as if this was normal. Is this what goes on in the packhouse? The realization settled in—those outside the packhouse truly had no idea what happened within its walls.

Olivia's brows furrowed as she pointed at the shredded remains of his clothes.

Devon exhaled slowly, watching the fear in her eyes shift into concern as she took a step closer, her gaze scanning him.

He said nothing, merely letting out a breath through his nose. Then, with unexpected childishness, he slumped against the wall as if his legs had suddenly given out. "Ouch."

29. No one's fool.