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

　　The scent of Ember curling about us was a constant torment as we fought furiously to reach our mate, dodging the pockets of violence that had broken out in the streets as my packmates met the intruders head on with an anger and determination that seemed to take them by surprise.


　　We had never had to fight off a successful breach before, our defenses were usually well manned but I could tell by the fixed beam of the spotlights on many of the towers that pointed at odd angles into the night sky, that something had gone drastically wrong tonight.


　　Only one sputtering solitary light, that blinked on and off intermittently and was tinged with a red hue pointed towards the edge of a large hole in the perimeter wall.


　　Brutus snorted impatiently as he realized at the same time as I did that the attack had been seamlessly coordinated, seemingly having taken out the security teams that were stationed at our guard towers simultaneously.


CHAPTER 64