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 could smell it on her. Her insatiable need, her desire to be ravaged this very moment and I would willingly give that to her, but out here?


　　Unmarked females in heat were a risk to themselves and the pack’s security. Their scent carried for miles and would attract every unmated male in a wide radius, desperate to claim their place between her legs.


　　It was a primal need and left over from the times when werewolves were hunted almost to extinction. So many wolves lost their fated mates in the slaughter and this was a way to ensure that the species survived.


　　A normal werewolf would go into heat once, maybe twice a year if her genes were strong and if she bore children, the heat would not occur again until at least 5 years after the birth to ensure the mother could focus on her pups sufficiently and integrate them into the pack structure.


　　An alpha female, however, was unknown territory.


CHAPTER 39