Muzzled by My Mate: Saved by the Supreme Alpha
My husband brought his mistress into the care center and forced me to wash her feet.
He had forgotten everything about our marriage after an accident five years ago, treating me like a defective servant while doting on Jada.
But I endured it, hoping his memory would return.
Until Jada’s twin boys sprayed me with "water guns" filled with concentrated Wolfsbane acid.
As my skin sizzled and melted, Jada screamed that I was using witchcraft to curse her children.
Jake didn't check my wounds. He didn't ask for the truth.
He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and ordered the guards to bring the Silver Muzzle.
"This will teach you silence," he whispered.
He clamped the torture device onto my face. The silver spikes instantly fused to my burned skin, sealing my mouth shut in agony.
He then hung me from the ceiling, letting me swing there as a warning to the pack, while I bled out.
I looked down at him, my heart finally breaking.
How could the man who was once my soulmate torture me for a woman who smelled of rot and lies?
I closed my eyes and triggered the rejection bond.
*I reject you, Jake Foster.*
The moment the bond snapped, the front doors exploded inward.
A massive force of pure power crushed every wolf in the room to the floor.
The Supreme Alpha had arrived.
And he wasn't happy that someone had touched his Fated Mate.
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Chapter 4
Audrey POV:
Pain wasn't a sensation anymore; it was the atmosphere.
I woke up to the cage door groaning open.
"Up," Jake said. His voice was dead.
He dragged me by my hair up the stairs, into the clinic lobby. It was a circus. Staff, patients, and Jada.
Jada held one of the twins. The boy had a small, theatrical bandage on his finger.
"She did it!" Jada shrieked, pointing at me. "She used blood magic! My baby just started bleeding! It's a curse!"
"I didn't..." My voice was a croak.
"Silence!" Jake’s Alpha Command clamped my jaw shut.
"The Pack Law is clear," Jake addressed the room. "Witchcraft against a pup is a capital offense."
"The doctor found hex bags in her office!" Jada lied, burying her face in the boy's neck.
"Since you use your mouth to lie and curse," Jake said, turning to me. He motioned to the head of security.
The guard handed him a device. A silver muzzle. It looked like a medieval torture instrument—a heavy, intricate clamp with internal spikes.
My eyes went wide. "No," I whimpered. "Jake, it's Audrey. Look at me."
He didn't see Audrey. He saw a threat.
Two guards forced me to my knees.
"Hold her."
He stepped closer. I smelled him—rain and pine—corrupted by the lie he was living.
He brought the muzzle to my face.
"This will teach you silence," he whispered.
He clamped it shut.
*Sizzle.*
The silver spikes bit into my cheeks and lips. The metal fused to the skin instantly. I tried to scream, but the sound died in my throat, trapped behind the burning metal.
Tears blurred my vision. The smell of searing flesh filled the lobby.
Jake stepped back, wiping his hands as if he’d touched something filthy.
"Hang her up," he ordered. "Let the Pack see what happens to witches."
The guards grabbed a rope. They tied my ankles.
The world flipped. I was hoisted toward the chandelier.
Blood rushed to my head, throbbing against the burns. I swung there, inverted, a display piece of cruelty.
I looked down at Jake. He was staring up, chest heaving.
*I reject you,* I thought. *I reject this life.*
Deep inside, the White Wolf opened her eyes. She didn't growl. She didn't howl. She detonated.