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 watched from the sidelines with my heart in my throat as Ember and Beatrice faced each other, their eyes locked on each other as they circled each other slowly.


　　The air positively crackled with the tension between the two, a cloud of tension that reached its tendrils out and infected each of the spectators one by one.


　　The only solace that I could find in this whole situation was that I had made sure Ember had received training from the best of the best. Rob knew his area of work inside out, and he had done his best to ensure that Ember knew everything that he did.


　　By his own admission, he hadn't expected much from Ember or Becky when he first laid eyes on them, but had quickly been surprised at just how easily they had picked up his instruction, and absorbed the information.


　　Beatrice was expecting an easy match, but I knew damn well she wasn't going to get one.


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