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 don't know how long I had slept for but when I opened my eyes my neck screamed in protest at the angle that I had fallen asleep in.


　　I winced as I brought my hand up to rub at it absent mindedly as I ran my eyes over Becky's still sleeping form. She at least appeared to be breathing a little better now, and appeared to be a slightly better color from what I could make out in the dim lighting of the room.


　　I was hesitant to move her, but my legs were screaming in protest from being curled in such an awkward position for too long.


　　Lifting her head as gently as I could, I carefully maneuvered myself out from underneath her, and lay her head back on the mat as gently as I could. She moaned lightly in her sleep, her brows furrowing as she turned onto her side slightly.


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