The Mute Gamma Book Novels & Stories

"And I'm still going, anyway." "Harper-" "He killed his mate, Drake." My voice came out steadier than I expected. "Marcus killed Lily to save my life. He stood in that clearing with her blood on his hands, and he looked at me, and there was nothing behind his eyes except loss. And I stood there, and I let him carry that." I set the lipstick down. "He's my Gamma. He's been at my back through every single thing that should have killed me. He doesn't get a half-life. He doesn't get to spend whatever's left of his existence as a feral shell of himself because the Council is afraid of what I am and what I'm capable of." I turned around fully. "I won't do it. I won't leave him there." Drake looked

He turned his attention to his mate, she was also recovering and he paid the most attention to her. “Yes” Mel replied. He knelt in front of her gesturing for her to hop on, “I said I can walk” Mel resisted timidly because of the presence of others. “I insist” Gamma Brent said affectionately and she heeded to his request. Livey watched her friend enjoy the love of the Gamma she had always yearned for. She could clearly remember those days Mel would fantasize about him without allowing her to rest. She walked behind them with Newton until they got to an unfamiliar house,

“Can my wolf and he talk? Even for just a moment…” Ma’Heron stared at her piercingly with his sexy but really dangerous-looking amber eyes, suddenly realizing that she was still reading him without him even knowing. He removed the table on his lap, then struggled to leave the bed despite the excruciating pain that was now beginning to punish his whole body. “HEY! Wait… STOP!” “Stop ordering me around, woman!” the Gamma snapped, standing straight up and facing her despite him being in the nude. “Now that our deal is done, I demand to finally end this charade of a plan so I can go back home immediately!”

But simplicity for a white-haired mutt is but a dream. “This pris- this woman is someone special…” The Alpha’s voice softened as he looked down at me, forgetting about those around him once more. Elmira’s pain was only growing as she was forced to listen to her husband’s, her mate’s, speech about another woman. I watched her body begin to shake; All she wanted was for him to love her completely. But because of me, he just can’t anymore. His instincts are just too potent and uncontrollable, even for such a powerful wolf.

they turn around to the sound " ah Beta, Gama good thing your here" " what happened" " the king has a visitor can you inform him?" the Beta looks at the Gamma " Don't look at me your the Beta I'm just a simple Gamma I never signed for this" * sigh* " who is it?" " It's Luna Gina and Alpha Hedeon" *** * Knopf, knopf* receiving no answer the Beta decided to open the door " who gave you permission to enter?" *gulp*

Please, stand still". Diya sniffled. They shouldn't have been together from the onset. He was the perfect Alpha and she was the mute Luna. Hot tears prickled her eyes as she continued to read, an instinctive hand rubbing her stomach. "This letter is getting too long so i want to stop now. Oh, one more thing. You were mute when I met you, when the pack met you. We all accepted you and that isn't going to change now. You will always be my mute luna, our mute luna. We love you. Walk through the darkness to the light not against it and I will always be by your side. Also, please tell Emerson to stop seeing that redhead boy before i banish him".

"Have you forgotten that our Alpha King... can't hear you?" The silence that follows is almost loud. Loud enough to make my ears pop. Only then do I realize my mistake. Alpha Diamond is deaf and mute. For some reason, this has also affected his ability to mind-link. These are details that I shouldn't be forgetting, but then again, he and I have a history, and he didn't used to be that way.

Not with this cursed band strangling the soul out of me. So I stared, cold and unmoved, letting my silence speak the promise my mouth never could: One day, I will destroy you. One of the books shifted slightly on the table, falling open just enough to reveal images—hand-drawn wolves with glowing, mournful eyes and shattered jaws. Caged. Silenced. Like me. His eyes flicked to the page with casual malice. “These talk about wolves who defied their mates,” he said, like he was discussing a bedtime story.

"It has been too long. Can we talk? Even just for a few minutes?" I looked at him. I thought about the last thing he had ever said to me — the real last thing, not the softened version I sometimes allowed myself to remember, but the actual words. Does being mute mean you are stupid too?” I thought about sitting alone at that table while couples celebrated around me, blinking back tears I refused to shed in public, walking four blocks home on shaking legs to find police officers in my living room. I shook my head and signed. “I have nothing to say to you.”

But instead of anger, he chuckled–a rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. His brows arched and amusement danced in his stormy eyes. “Did you just hit me, Kitten?” Heat flooded my cheeks and I frantically shook my head. My fingers curled against the sheets before I lifted them, spelling out a single word in the air. M.U.T.E His amusement faded into something more serious and he stared at me long and hard as if scrutinizing me. Then slowly, he nodded. “Not dumb then. I will call you mute.” his voice was quiet, but the acknowledgement made my throat seize.