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 manacles around my wrist were as tight as I remembered them in my nightmares. The rot and damp that hung in the fetid air still suffocated my lungs exactly as it had in all of the memories that I thought I had pushed away. Now, I had new ones to take their place.


　　My new memories were filled with fresh torment, and fear and pain as the psychotic bitch fulfilled her promise with enthusiasm. Each time she visited, the methods she employed were more inventive than the last. The only difference was that this time, I had Becky to share in my pain and agony with me, the two of us clutching each other tightly at night for comfort…for we had little else.


　　Both of our wolves were weakened. We could sense them, but it was almost as if a thick fog separated us from each other and try as we might, neither one of us could break through.


CHAPTER 68