"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

　　His lips pressed against mine and fire danced across my vision.  I went still beneath him and his hand skimmed my side. His thumb dragged across my ribs and I gasped beneath him.


　　My limbs went slack against my restraints. I leaned forward to kiss back.


　　Magnus pulled away completely from me, laughing. "You belong to me, little Princess. I can have whatever I want from you at any time and you'll willingly give it. Look at you right now, my dragon can smell how turned on you are."


　　Turned on? My cheeks burned and I looked to the side. "I am not," I hissed at him.


　　He chuckled and ran the crook of his index finger down my cheek. "Is that so?" he whispered. His voice was husky and full of promises.


CHAPTER 8