A E Randell

I don’t remember my name anymore, I’m simply Number 42. Locked away, Starved, Tortured, Alone. With only my inner voice to keep me company. Had my torturer finally driven me to insanity? 
As soon as the chance to escape appeared, I took it, my inner voice guiding the way and showing me a world I didn’t know existed. 

How do I navigate a world that refuses to accept me for who I am? 

I am Nate, Alpha of the Wandering Hearts Pack. Our world is brutal and unforgiving, and the weak will not survive long. With the arrival of my fated mate, and I decide to make her Luna. But the Alpha King has voiced his objections, and the rest of our world will fall behind him. 

My mate's wolf is formidable but her human form is fragile. Yet, I know inside her lies something intangible that hints at greater power. It's my duty as her mate to support her as she faces this world and her past. 

Will she be strong enough to overcome it all?

Alpha's Tortured Hybrid Mate

I had been irritated by the need to accompany my patrols.?


This whole mess with the Rogues should have been cleared up by now, but no matter how hard my teams tried, they couldn't find the origin of the attacks.?


They were deflected easily enough, the rogues killed, their bodies gathered for examination because these were unlike most rogues that we had seen before.


?The stench of the rotting flesh remained on these, but they were slightly stronger than usual, their eyes a pulsating red, and their attacks more coordinated. This didn't usually happen. 


As I hung behind my Beta and scouts, checking meticulously the path that we walked, my Beta linked me at the same time the haunting melody of a song drifted past my ears. 


'Errr Alpha? You might want to see this. There's a naked chick laid on a rock. She's pretty hot. There's no one else here, and she's definitely not one of ours.' 


CHAPTER 6