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

Devon's anger simmered beneath the surface, sharp and unforgiving. It wasn't just the cruelty of trying to set Olivia up while she was already suffering—it was the sheer stupidity of it. Their plan was so obvious, so insultingly transparent, that it felt like an affront to his intelligence.

Did they truly believe he wouldn't see through it?

He had punished Elsa once before for insulting Olivia, forcing her to complete the chores of three Omegas for an entire day. He had assumed that would be enough to put her in her place. Clearly, he had been mistaken.

This time, the lesson would be much harder.

Silence stretched between them as Devon stared past Olivia, his mind turning over possibilities, calculating his next move. He would get to the bottom of it all, and when he did, there would be no mercy.

Olivia's breath hitched. She stared at him, certain she had misheard.

30. Undress me, little one.