All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S FATED MUTE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“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

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

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