"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

　　We circled each other, each searching for a weakness. A lazy eye, a bummed paw, a single moment of distraction is all it would really take. She might not be dressed for battle, but she was built for it. Her muscles were sculpted, filling out her clothes. Her eyes scanned my movements, waiting for just the right moment to strike. She would be let down, I was a figure of perfection when it came to battles. There was a reason that I as a wolf could take out a dragon.


　　My wolf had full control. He was pissed but still on alert. He'd faced too many enemies to lose himself in rage. Though he would relish in peeling her face off. My ears flicked, taking in the sounds from around my surroundings. . Down the hall I could hear the others, and the muffled arguments of my mate with her guards. All I wanted to do was break the door down and go to her, but that would only lead this dragon to her. I'd never let that happen.


Chapter 42