Broken doesn't mean destroyed. Sometimes it means beautifully transformed.
He destroyed me. Erased who I was. Called me disgusting, broken, worthless. So I ran. For two years, I've been invisible. Then three alphas who hunt monsters start looking at me like I'm the missing piece they didn't know they needed.
Scars don’t mean you’re ruined. They are proof of what you survived.
For ten years, I've been Sentinel's most deadly operative. Until one mistake pulls me off the field and puts me undercover as assistant to a pack of billionaire alphas, hunting a mole inside their company. And fate has got to be messing with me, because one of them is the alpha I kissed.