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

　　As soon as Ulfric had opened his filthy mouth, Brutus had wanted to rip his throat out, but I couldn't do a thing to act on it, not yet.


　　All I needed was for him to accept Ember as my Luna, begrudgingly or not, and as much as it killed me to let these insults go unpunished right now, it would save us a whole lot of headaches with the rest of the packs later.


　　If she was shunned by the King, any other Alpha that so much as breathed positively in our direction would find himself unofficially marked as a traitor and accused of treason against the king for not agreeing with his decisions.


　　It would make diplomacy incredibly difficult and gathering support to move against him, practically impossible.


　　"You stupid. Standing here and doing nothing while fake king insults mate." Brutus snapped angrily, "Rip his throat out now, and no problems in the future. Problem solved."


　　"It doesn't work like that and you know it, Brutus."


CHAPTER 47