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

　　"Mother, I said it's all my fault, no one should blame her for what happened!" Alonso was fast to interrupt when I made to speak up, which I was grateful for.


　　"You are so shameless, Alonso! I don't care if you cajoled her into agreeing to such absurdity with you, she is still to blame as you!" Theresa blared, her nose flaring as she faced me.


　　I was quivering, still keeping back the tears stinging the back of my eyes from falling. I knew this would happen. It's playing out just the way I had imagined it.


　　Then in the blink of an eye, Paisley stood from her chair, hissed loudly, and stormed out of the room, her countenance promising death.


　　At this point, I was wishing the ground would open and I would fall inside. That was when I felt Alfred's hand on mine underneath the table. My first instinct was to snatch my hand off his but I was emotionally mushed and needed that comfort even though it was coming from the last person I wanted it from.


CHAPTER 117