"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

　　I got dressed fast, there wasn't much time and I didn't exactly desire going into battle with so much skin exposed. Besides, a well-dressed man had a certain advantage against certain weak-minded individuals. Jack was taking far too much time. I focused on the mass of bonds that had formed inside us. Erina was practically a mass of quivering goo as everything inside of her was short-circuited. No matter, we'd keep her safe.


　　"Nic, there's a lot of them out there. Where do you want me?" Warren had been the next fastest to get dressed. Not that I doubted much from my second.


　　"You and Paxton are going to be the last line of defense." I adjusted my tie. "I'll be right outside the room, but I'm depending on you to keep her safe in case there are any surprises."


　　"And me?" Paxton questioned. He yawned, scratching at his chest and stretching like a damned cat. Fucking dragon. I couldn't have my way and be rid of him, but I'd at least put him to use.


Chapter 35