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 eyes flickered with something unreadable before a slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. He tilted his head, watching her struggle to force a single word out of her mouth. The way she stammered, her lips parting and closing with no sound but broken fragments of a syllable—it amused him.

"I… c… I… c'…" she stammered, frustration flickering in her wide eyes.

"Such genuine effort," he mused, his laughter low and indulgent. "Now you're using your words without me asking. I see now we've both been working hard, not smart. Why should I train you out there"—he gestured, referring to their brutal sessions—"when your real training should be in here? In a week, you'd be speaking more than a fucking scholar."

31. Have you never seen a man naked?