"Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.
Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin."

Their Broken Doll

　　To say I was pissed, would be a vast misrepresentation at the pure rage that flowed through every inch of me. This thing had managed to sway my mate. This creature was inside my house, and none of us had managed to notice. Is this why Erina had wanted her little garden trip?


　　And yet, as much as I was furious with her, I couldn't bring myself to be mad at her. Besides, there was one thing I could tell, something that my poor human mate couldn't possibly know. "Paxton?" I questioned.


　　The man smiled at me. His eyes sparkled with challenge. A fucking dragon had marked my mate. Her beautiful skin was marred by his symbol, and the asshole's mark took a giant chunk of the back of her neck. It wouldn't be something I could just overlook.


　　"What is it?" He questioned, that same shit-eating grin on his lips.


Chapter 27