Danika Michaels was born a powerful hybrid but because her
mother died while giving birth to her, she became a social 
pariah to her family and pack members. 
She would be abused by everyone, particularly her father and 
only sister. On her eighteenth birthday, she caught her sister 
with her mate and tried to kill her and that led to her being 
apprehended and thrown in the dungeon. She was to be 
executed for her crime but the Alpha King needed to be 
present to approve her death.

Alonso Lockhart lost his mate to the rogues and had since 
vowed to stay single and mourn her loss. When he received 
the summon to one of his packs for the execution of a young 
girl who attempted the murder of her sister, he was drawn to 
go. Only to get there and find out she was his second chance 
mate. It was not his plan, however, he could not endure the 
state he met her and had to punish her tormentors and take 
her home.And that marked the second phase of the suffering of Danika 
Michaels. The Alpha King made her life a misery, hating her for 
coming into his life when he didn't need her and at the same 
time desired her beyond normalcy.

These two tormented souls exist in a space each fighting for 
their redemption while still battling to control the 
the bond that binds them together. So many secrets would be 
unveiled that will prove they were not meant to be together, 
and it will be left for them to subdue them. 
Let's find out how this bittersweet story would unfold and how 
they later found their happy ending.

Hybrid's Redemption

　　I jolted up from the bed at an alarming sound that came from somewhere around the house. I sat on my elbows, my groggy mind working to dissect where I was.


　　Then I remembered at once where I am and what happened yesterday.


　　I bounced back on the bed, deciding to take another round of nap when the door flung open and someone walked in. Without knocking.


　　I didn't want to know who it is and prayed the person should recognize that and leave me to my respite.


　　"Morning, Ms. Danika." a very cherubic voice sang, making me sigh in defeat and remove the pillow I was using to shield my face from the sunrise.


　　"Good morning to you," I returned in a bristle voice informing the lady that I wasn't pleased with her waking me up this early. That is if she is clever enough to catch the message.


　　"Did you sleep well last night? You have morning patches under your eyes the size of a morsel,"


CHAPTER 23