Once Broken, Twice Claimed

A month ago, she was ambushed by rogue wolves and thrown into a pit like garbage.

Bleeding and broken, Eleanor had done the only thing she could. She reached out through their mate bond, screaming for help with what little strength she had left. And where was her noble Alpha mate? He was too busy screwing her sister in the brooks behind the packhouse.

While she clawed at stone and death, he was clawing at her sister like some horny dog in heat.

At first, she thought the ambush had been the worst of it.