"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 don't know when I woke up. My world went from dark and blurry, just the faint beating of my mate and the pain that we all shared to the barest of light. A warm hand gripped mine, big wet tears soaking it. "Paxton," she sobbed.


　　I forced my eyes open. Erina sat at my bedside, her ribs bandaged, her face with gauze wrapped around all the cuts and bruises Eagon had delivered. And yet, she sat there with her palm in my hand, crying for me.


　　"Lord Paxton," my loyal guard bowed his head to me. Upon closer inspection, this was the one I'd shared that moment with Erina. I'd have to investigate if he had anything at all to do with her capture, if so, his death would be a lesson to all of my new subjects. "All of Eagon's supporters have been thrown in prison, any that refused to support you and your rightful claim." He coughed into his hand, glancing over at Erina.


Chapter 58