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 made my way close to the spot I had met with my mate earlier. I couldn't bring myself to call her Number Forty-two. It was just too impersonal.


I wanted badly to connect with her, but I had never truly considered how the absence of a meaningful name could impact on that.


'We can name mate. We can give her a name and she will love it'. Brutus stated confidently.


"You can't just call someone by a name and hope they'll like it. We don't know the first thing about her. She might not like the name we choose for her, you idiot." I snorted.


'Mate will love it because she will love us.' He reaffirmed sulkily.


"You have no idea, do you? Just because she's your mate doesn't mean she has to like everything you do. It's not that simple." I replied, rolling my eyes as I strolled leisurely up the dirt path through the undergrowth that led to the lake.


CHAPTER 8