I Married A Mute Beast

Synopsis

The Mating Council assigned me a husband. Silver hair, wolf ears, six-foot-four, and abs you could grate cheese on. Too bad he was completely mute. Three months of marriage, and I hadn't heard a single syllable. My bestie gave it to me straight. "Lycans are just icy like that, babe. You've gotta make the first move." So, I bit the bullet, bought a scandalous black lace slip, and snuck into his room that night. He was fresh out of the shower, a towel slung low on his hips, drying his damp hair. The second his eyes landed on me, those wolf ears perked straight up. I swallowed my nerves and playfully twirled my hair. "Well... might as well put my government-issued mate to good use, right?" He stared at me for ten agonizing seconds. Then, out of nowhere, he pinned me against the wall. His voice was dark, gravelly, and impossibly husky. "I've been waiting exactly ninety-one days for you to say that." Hold up. Wasn't he supposed to be mute?!