"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

　　Paxton kissed my shoulder, lips moving slowly over my flesh. He nuzzled his nose against my neck, inhaling my scent. I wondered, did I smell that good? The way he moaned, pressing his hardness against me had me convinced I did.


　　"Divine," he whispered, licking the same spot. His husky voice made my insides quicken. I wanted this man, I wanted all of them. How had I gone from being prey to being so willing? Whatever, as long as it felt good I would give myself over, and that's one thing they were all good at.


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