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 opened the book, ready to lose herself in its pages, but exhaustion pressed against her bones. She fought it, blinking rapidly, willing herself to focus. Devon had kept her awake last night, disturbing her peace in ways she still hadn't processed. She had spent the night thinking, crying, squealing—torn between so many emotions that she had barely managed an hour of sleep.

"Just a short nap," she murmured, resting her head on the wooden table.

As she rested her head on the desk, her conversation with Devon flooded into her mind, causing her heart to pound with fear, hope, and uncertainty. Would Devon truly show her love? Even if only for a short time? The thought whispered through her mind as her heavy eyelids shut.

Instead, dread curled around her heart, clawing into her chest, causing nightmares to rise like shadows. She tossed and turned, locked in an invisible battle against something she couldn't name.

37. The awakening.