LOGINNot being able to speak makes her an outcast at this elite academy. However, during a fight training class, her outstanding performance catches the attention of the academy's most powerful alpha teacher. An attack against the academy unexpectedly awakens her rare healing abilities. Along with that, she didn't expect the alpha teacher to be her betrothed mate. Will she embrace this newfound connection while navigating her growing powers and the dangers that come with them? Amanda never spoke up during a fight, and so she was perceived as weak. When Amanda was born, a strange thing happened in the pack. They said there was a meteor shower, a natural occurrence, but not with their pack, who believed natural occurrences were a sign of something. Amanda was seen as a curse, so when she grew of age and could not speak, the rumor spread like wildfire. “She is cursed,” they said and whispered to one another. Growing up, she didn't know what that meant, just that many mothers didn't want her playing with their children. Amanda, the daughter of the pack’s beta, was mute and cursed... That was what they all said.
View MoreYesterday was over and it was another day.Another day for me to experience a new bout of humiliation.Pain blooms across my ribs with every breath, a dull throb that mocks me long after the sparring ring has cleared. My knees ache from the fall, my pride aches worse.The other trainees laugh as they file out, their voices sharp as knives.“Beta’s daughter? More like Beta’s disgrace.”“She can’t even stand without wobbling.”“Maybe she should stick to mixing herbs instead of fighting.”Each word cuts deeper than the bruises. I bite my tongue until I taste iron, forcing myself not to flinch, not to let them see how their laughter tears me apart.I will not cry. I’ve shed enough tears in secret.“Again.”The instructor’s voice snaps across the yard. Sergei, his silver eyes cold, throws a wooden staff at my feet. It clatters against the dirt.“I said again, Amanda.”My fingers tremble as I reach for the staff. My legs shake when I stand. Every bone in my body screams for rest, but I squa
The first morning in the warrior’s camp was nothing like I could have ever imagined.The sun had barely risen when the sharp blast of a horn jolted me awake. I scrambled from my bunk, my heart pounding, only to be shoved aside by another trainee rushing past. My heart flew t my throat and it tightened, but no sound could escape of course, since my voice, as always, locked away.“Move, mute!” one of the girls hissed, shoving her again as they lined up outside. Laughter followed, low and cruel, and Amanda bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. Even here, she wasn't free from her bullies. She thought to herself, and her wolf growled in defiance at the back of her mind.A towering figure strode forward, his presence alone silencing the whispers. His hair was dark, cropped close, and his eyes—steel gray—cut through the line like blades.“Sergei Volkov,” someone muttered under their breath. “The General of Hell.”Amanda swallowed.“Line up straight,” he barked, his voice like thunder. “You
The night was restless. I tossed and turned in my bed, staring up at the faint cracks in the ceiling where the moonlight slipped through. My father’s words echoed in my mind.Warrior’s camp.The phrase alone was heavy enough to press against my chest like a stone. I wasn’t foolish; I knew what was going on there. Grueling training. Brutality masked as discipline. Wolves are fighting to prove their worth, their strength, their right to stand among the pack’s elite.What place did a mute girl have in a place like that?My hands clenched against the thin blanket. I wanted to scream, but the only sound that left my lips was the silence I had known my entire life.By dawn, the house was already awake. I could hear the muffled clatter of pots from the kitchen, the low hum of my mother’s voice. She always hummed when she cooked—something sweet on the surface but sharp when you listened too closely, like she hummed to keep from saying what she truly thought.I stepped inside quietly. She look
“Deaf, and dumb… I don't know why the beta didn’t just throw someone like you in a cage and leave you to rot.”The words struck my back like knives, but I didn’t flinch. I’d long learned that showing pain only fed the hunger in my packmates’ eyes.I bent my head lower, scrubbing the wooden floor of the training hall until my knuckles stung raw. My silence wasn’t stubbornness; it was all I had. Even if I wanted to shout, to curse, to tell them I wasn’t useless, I couldn’t. My voice had never existed.Mute. Broken. Cursed.That’s what they whispered.That’s what I was.I remembered once asking my mother why I had been born this way. Why the Goddess had chosen silence for me. Her answer still cut deeper than any claw could.“I don’t know, Amanda. Why is anyone born the way they are?” she had said, eyes cold, tone dismissive. For a moment, I had believed she hated me. Perhaps she did.My father, however… he had been my shield. A Beta of the Nightfang Pack, respected and feared. He had ref
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