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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
40 Chs

29. Rejected?

Olivia slipped quietly from the kitchen, her footsteps quick and light as she navigated the corridors leading to her room. Once inside, she wasted no time, shedding her clothes and stepping into a hot bath. The warmth soothed her nerves, but her thoughts remained tangled. She dressed quickly in a short yellow dress with a flared bottom and a delicate floral design, something light and unassuming, yet meant to impress. After combing her hair, she dusted her face with a light powder and added a touch of gloss to her lips. As she finished, a soft knock sounded on the door.

"Olivia? Don't tell me you're just getting ready," came Devon's voice, flat and sullen.

Her heart skipped, and she hurried to open the door. Devon stood there, his expression unreadable, eyes as dull as his voice.

"You're here. Have the guests arrived?" she gestured, trying to mask her irritation with feigned innocence, pretending she hadn't already seen him arrive with them.