The Alpha's Broken Toy
I thought death was the worst fate imaginable. I was wrong.
Betrayed just three days before my wedding, my family was slaughtered by my own fiance, and my wolf spirit was forcibly severed. Stripped of my noble title, I was dragged away in chains and thrown into an underground black market, auctioned off as a mere pleasure slave.
I thought my night would end in the filthy hands of some disgusting old man. But then, the auction house doors were blown to pieces.
It was not one man who bought me. It was three.
They were the three ruling Alphas of Ashen Peak, cursed to become savage monsters, refusing to bow to the gods, and feared across the entire continent.
They tossed down Blood Coins to claim me. They dragged me to their hellish castle for one sole purpose: to be their living blood bag and a vessel to vent their torment whenever their madness took over. I was meant to be broken and left to die in their bed.
However, from our very first blood-soaked embrace, the tables of hell turned.
The fangs meant to tear my throat out now worshipped every inch of my skin with a suffocating passion. My blood, as it turned out, was not just a sedative; it was a deadly drug that bound the souls of those three predators in a blind obsession. They began to worship me, ready to kill each other just for my attention, claiming me as their Queen of Darkness.
My ex-fiance thought he was throwing away a weak, useless woman.
He had no idea. He had just handed me the leashes to the three deadliest monsters in the world.
Brace yourself, Zane. The real hell has only just begun.