"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

　　Everything hurt inside. Not just my chest, but believe me, that too hurt. But my entire body throbbed like I'd been lowered in a vat of acid. Every breath made me shake at taking it. "Erina," I mumbled. How much was I putting her through for myself being hurt?


　　"Sorry, but that little human of yours has already been taken to Eagon's room, Lord Paxton." A familiar mocking voice reached my ears. My eyes snapped open to meet the brown eyes of the woman from the fight. The woman who'd stabbed me without hesitation.


　　"Bitch," I growled. I struggled to sit up but big black bands of steel forced my body to comply. It bit into my skin it's sharp edges unrelenting.


　　"Perhaps, but I know my place, and now you know yours. You know the rule is that the victor always gets the spoils. You lost so Lord Eagon is only taking what is his." She chuckled. "I'll enjoy watching her die."


Chapter 53