"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

　　My bed was surrounded with all the men, each more anxious than the rest. Nicholas captured my hand in his, rubbing the top of it. "Erina?"


　　I wanted to smack him. I hated how he didn't call me Little One anymore. Was it because I was the size of a hippo? I settled for glaring at him. I was miserable and this was all their fault. I wasn't sure which one yet though.


　　"Here, sit up." Warren guided me to a sitting position, stuffing a pillow behind me. "Here. Is that better?"


　　"Idiot," Jack growled at him holding a sock in his hand. "This is what she needs. Sit up, Bunny."


　　I stared at the bulging blue sock, but did as bade. Jack slipped the oddity behind my back, rubbing it in figure eights with a steady pressure. The warmth of it made me sigh. "That's amazing."


　　Jack smirked. "That's because some of us actually care to do research." He glared at Nicholas. "Unlike others who refuse to read."


Chapter 74