"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 peeled the brown oozing filth off my face. I did my best to not think about what I had just been exposed to. Eat it? This bitch was crazy.


　　Why was it turning out like this? How could anyone be this cruel?


　　"Do it," Clarise snarled. She snapped her fingers and smiled at me. "I know. You need some help, right? Some guidance for a stupid little Breeder like you."


　　I hated that nickname. Especially since I was still a fricking virgin.


　　Clarise stomped her heel in a thick deposit of mud and stared at Damon before pointing to her foot. "Unstrap this for me. I can't be getting dirtier, can I, Darling?" she cooed over to him.


　　Magnus nodded. His eyes were only for her. How had I been this stupid? My family would be so ashamed of the position I was in.


CHAPTER 5