"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

　　They surrounded us like starved locusts. My princess was sandwiched between Paxton and myself. Nicholas's injuries were bad, but not lethal. At least according to our bond and how my wolf interpreted it.  Erina shivered, her entire body shaking. The bond with us was damaging her. Far more than we'd ever anticipated.  "Princess," I soothed. I didn't want to hear that scream again. That cry of agonizing pain or see her crumple to the ground like a doll with its strings cut. If this was what injuries did to her, what would happen if one of us died?


　　"You're surrounded. Release Lord Paxton and we'll let you live." The masked man had jumped through the window, scattering glass in the entire room.We'd of course shoved Erina behind us to protect her from any of the remaining debris.


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