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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

22. Missing.

Olivia gestured awkwardly to Devon, indicating that she hadn't left—that she had slept in his room.

"You slept here? Why would you sleep here?" Devon asked, genuinely perplexed.

"The door was… locked," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't want to disturb you after you fell asleep." She gestured again.

Devon chuckled at her response. "This is amusing," he muttered, shaking his head. "If you truly wanted to leave, you would have knocked and informed me. What if something had happened to you while you were out here?"

She looked down, her gaze dropping to the floor in embarrassment. He noticed that she did this often—not just when she was nervous, but also when she was sad or humiliated. It was becoming easier to read her.

"Look up, Olivia," he urged. When she finally raised her head, he added, "And next time, don't do it so slowly, as if you're trying to seduce me."