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Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA'S FATED MUTE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

9 Kabanata

PROLOGUE

“Run, Amanda!”My father’s voice tore through the night like a thunderclap.I tried.Goddess, I tried.But my legs betrayed me.The old injury that had plagued me for months burned with every step, sending sharp pain shooting through my body. My limp slowed me down, turning every stride into a struggle. Behind me, screams echoed across the battlefield, mixing with the clash of steel and the snarls of wolves.The Academy of the Moon was burning.Flames climbed the stone walls that had once felt untouchable. Smoke darkened the sky, swallowing the stars above.I stumbled over a fallen branch and nearly crashed to the ground.My chest heaved.My vision blurred.The scent of blood was everywhere.Blood.Death.Decay.The smell was so strong it coated my tongue.I forced myself forward.Just a little farther.Just a little more.My father appeared ahead of me, his clothes torn and stained crimson. The sight alone made my heart stop.I had never seen my father look that afraid.Not once.Not

FIRST, INTRODUCTION

“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

LEAVING HOME

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

Warrior's Camp

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 SILENT MATE

Yesterday 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 Cursed One

Life, as Amanda had known, was supposed to end in the confines of her home, but somehow she made it into the warrior's camp, a chance to prove herself. What she did not plan for was a mate who wanted to protect her at all costs and also stand by and do nothing. It confused her; it confused everyone. So at the training day, some female wolves thought it was best to make fun of her. "I am sure that after he saw you move those gnarly fingers, he was disgusted by the sight of you," one said behind her. Amanda pretended she heard nothing. In fact, she wanted to turn and sign Were you talking to me? But she knew she would not get it, so she kept mute. Not like she had a choice anyway. They kept on yabbing behind him as the instructor spoke. He heard it all, but he was not ready to involve himself in some catfight that wasn't his problem. If anything, he hoped that would fuel Amanda to want to do better, be better. The alpha, Amanda's mate, stood in the distance. He could hear everythi

SECRETS AND OMEN

The moon hung heavy over the camp, casting long silver shadows across the empty grounds. But Lucien couldn’t shake the image burned into his mind—Amanda, her hands trembling as she wiped away tears, her small figure walking away from the jeers of those who thought her less.She wasn’t weak. Not to him. Not to his wolf.Kael growled restlessly inside him. They hurt her. They will pay.Lucien gritted his teeth, forcing the urge for violence down. If he lashed out now, Amanda would only be pitied more, seen as fragile, incapable of surviving without her Alpha’s shadow. That wasn’t what she needed. She needed to believe she could stand on her own feet.The silence of the night pressed against Lucien’s chest like a living thing. He had faced rogues, conquered wars, and carried the burden of a pack’s survival without flinching, but the image of Amanda’s tear-streaked face haunted him more than any battlefield.She was breaking—no, being broken. Piece by piece, those wolves tried to crush he

Shadows and Secrets

It was dark, and late at night, and Amanda woke with a gasp. She was sure with how silent everywhere was, everyone within ears reach would have heard her.Cold sweat clung to her skin, dampening the collar of her pajamas. It made her wonder what she was thinking wearing a full kit like this to bed.For several seconds, she couldn't remember where she was, just the dream she just had.The dream lingered like a bitter taste, in mind and on her tastebuds.She remembered the forest she saw, it was swallowed by a fog. There was the scent of wet earth and a voice, unmistakenly male. It sounded patient and menacing at the same time. The memory of the voice alone sent a shrill down her spine.She had tried walking around in the fog, hoping to at least see his face but no matter how she tried, she couldn't see his face. Every time she looked up, darkness covered his features and when she tried to reach out, all she caught was the thick fog.Yet she knew he was watching her. Taunting herFoll

THE LANGUAGE OF THE HEART

Amanda's POVThe dream came again as it did the other night, and was more vivid this time. So I kept my eyes open and decided to distract myself instead with the thoughts of one particular man.Sleep had refused to come and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucien. Not even the dream of the voice that was taunting me. I was starting to think maybe it was Lucien that was haunting my dreams.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mate. The way his fingers had moved awkwardly through the signs, the concentration on his face and the frustration when he got them wrong. He looked so… so handsome, it made me smile.And when he said he was learning for me, my heart melted. My father was the only one who has ever done something like this for me.I turned over in bed and groaned into the pillow and inhaled deeply. It gave off a weird scent, so I immediately sat up on the bed.It cannot be. Where am I? I asked myself. I looked around in shock, this does not look like my room. Perhaps it was the

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