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

　　"Are you that clumsy, or you're simply stupid?" he hammered, ripping me off him with so much force I had to stagger back and forth before regaining my poise.


　　"I'm sorry. I...I...I..." I scrambled for words to say to save myself from his piercing glare.


　　He pinched the bridge of his nose, using style to look about the restaurant, possibly to make sure no one just beheld me make a fool of myself in front of someone like him_it would be pure scandal.


　　"Just seat down," he snarled at me and ambled back gallantly to his seat, producing a kerchief to wipe fervently at the stain on his suit.


　　I swayed for a second, weighing my alternative of either seating on such an expensive seat with him, or maybe lie that I was suddenly sick and run back to hide in my room. But another biting gape from him sent me leaping into the seat close to me, staring at my pinching ankles.


CHAPTER 9