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

　　True to Alonso's words, they had spent the night having a meeting in his house.


　　At least that was what I thought.


　　Not long after Lance followed him out of the house last night, I had gotten bored of staring blankly at the television and had gone to the kitchen to take my dinner after which I retired for the night.


　　Early this morning, it was Mary that woke me up with her recent vexing shrill of 'waky waky, arise and shine' rant.  Heaven knows I have it in me to toss her down the window each morning she does that.


　　So this morning, I had in the ilk of the moment made up my mind that once I'm going to bed in the night henceforth, I will lock my part of the door. I know she won't dare go through that of Beta Lance.


　　Now I'm down for my breakfast, my eyes occasionally darting to the door if I hear any sound, thinking it's Lance.


　　Then someone walked in, and I swiftly turned only to see the butler.


CHAPTER 26