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

Olivia was up before the first light of dawn, moving through the silent halls with a quiet urgency. Her goal was simple—make sure Devon started his day on the right foot. Maybe, just maybe, if everything went perfectly this morning, he wouldn't find a reason to make her life difficult. It was a small hope, but it was all she had.

That, and the nagging thought of his fight with the rogues last night—a battle that no one else seemed to think was worth worrying about.

The kitchen was already alive with activity, the Omegas working in silence, their movements efficient, rehearsed, controlled. Olivia fell into step with them, helping carry Devon's breakfast to the dining hall. She was just about to slip away, intent on preparing his bathing water, when the sound of approaching footsteps sent a ripple of tension through the room.

33. Mila.