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The wicked alpha’s mute bride: Train me Master, choose me

On my eighteenth birthday, I uncover three life-altering truths: 1. I am a stealer wolf, burdened with the ability to attract any man who isn't already mated. 2. My true mate is the ruthless Alpha of our pack. 3. I believe my muteness condemns me to never be truly loved. Throughout my entire life, I've endured mistreatment because of my muteness, hoping that finding my mate would bring solace. However, when the Alpha discovers I'm his mate, he curses the goddess for making his mate weak. Instead of rejecting me, he subjects me to a fate worse than rejection—I become his slave. Forced into servitude by my own mate, I'm stunned when my father presents me with a choice: he promises me two things. First, he promises to find me a mate who would love me. Second, he promises to accept me as his daughter and make me a hero. Now, I must decide between the man who has always despised me and made my life miserable, and the Alpha whom I've mated with, yet who also resents me for being mute and a stealer wolf. When I choose to poison Devon, it seems clear what my decision is, but the consequences turn out differently than I anticipated. Join Olivia on this journey. In the first volume, you'll witness her growth, pain, and sorrow. By the second volume, you'll meet a transformed Olivia. The main characters will evoke both love and hate, stirring deep emotions within you.

Miraharlson · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
40 Chs

16. Use your words.

Olivia maintained a neutral expression, showing no reaction to Elsa's predictable behavior. She turned to face Devon, bracing herself for his reprimand.

"Leave," Devon ordered, dismissing Elsa with a single command. The girl bowed and swiftly exited. Olivia diverted her gaze to the floor, waiting for Devon to address her directly.

"Olivia," Devon called out, prompting her attention. "Why did you not respond to my summons?"

She stared at him incredulously. Hadn't he learned by now? With a soft sigh, Olivia moved from the door to retrieve a book and pen from her table, intending to busy herself. Devon followed her into her room once again.

As she began writing at her table, trying to ignore Devon's intimidating presence, she felt his hand on hers and froze. When had he gotten so close? Why was he touching her? Why had he entered her room at all, standing so close, when she thought he despised her?