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

　　Brutus hadn't given me a moment's peace since Ember had been taken two days ago. I had resorted to blocking him out as he ranted incoherently, knowing full well that his sanity and temper was being held together only by the faint hope that Ember was alive somewhere and the promise of enacting his revenge on the evil bitch that had taken her.


　　Rob was faring no better. Crassus was wild with fury and he had resorted to combing the woods for clues, in an effort to find something, anything that might be of use in finding her.


　　Rae and his men had been working tirelessly day and night, each of them taking turns in the tracking of the magickal traces left behind in the area between worlds that they used to move through instantaneously.


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