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

　　'Please.' I pleaded. 'I don't think that Nate would bring someone to help that had bad intentions, and nor would Brutus.'


　　My wolf was silent for a while, and I gestured apologetically to Nate while I waited for her to answer. Eventually, she sighed heavily.


　　'Fine.' She grumbled. 'But if she crosses the line, I am well within my rights to voice my disapproval.'


　　I grinned at Nate, and a look of relief washed over his face.


　　"She agreed?" he asked almost timidly, as I nodded in response.


　　He stood abruptly and headed towards the door as I felt my wolf whine at the removal of his presence from close proximity.


　　"I'll go and fetch her. She's eager to meet you and put a lot of thought into the things she got you. I hope your wolf understands. I didn't think that you would be comfortable with me helping you to get dressed, and I really have no idea about hair and makeup." He rushed out rapidly, rubbing his neck sheepishly.


CHAPTER 12