"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

　　"Princess," he growled the word like it was a curse or maybe a prayer? "You have to stop."


　　I ignored him and continued working. His back was a mess. The cuts that had been left behind by the whip went deep into his flesh. I tended each one as tenderly as I could but he continued to moan.


　　How could anyone do this to another human being? "I'm so sorry," I whispered.


　　Damon grunted. "Please, you can't be doing this. It's dangerous."


　　I frowned, leaning over to understand what he was talking about when the door flew open and thudded against the wall.


　　I jerked to an upright position and glanced over to see what was going on. Magnus stood in the doorway his eyes narrowed on the two of us. "I didn't want to believe her," he sneered at me.


　　"What are you talking about?" I demanded. I turned to go back to my work.


　　"Princess," Damon's tone was almost a plea now. "Please, I can take care of my own injuries."


CHAPTER 7