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 still smell the mouth watering aroma's of the delicacies that the kitchen staff had been working on all day infiltrating my senses as Becky helped me to prepare for the welcoming ball that would follow the feast.


　　The feast had been awkward to say the least. Being forced to sit next to Beatrice and endure her barbed comments had been torturous, but watching her force physical contact with Nate at every opportunity nearly broke my composure completely. 


　　It was satisfying to see her be rebuffed on every occasion and the frustration and rage growing with every passing second. Clearly, she had thought that she would be able to physically seduce Nate and the fact that she wasn't getting what she wanted was a foreign experience to her, and not a pleasant one at that.


　　"What are you smiling about?" Becky asked as she eyed me suspiciously in the mirror as she fixed my hair into a complicated style that I couldn't have hoped to have done on my own.


CHAPTER 48