"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

　　Out of all the possible things to happen, I'd never have expected to get in a make-out session with Damon, and then be caught by Magnus.


　　"Say goodbye to Damon," Magnus ordered me.


　　Goodbye? Why did it feel so final? I swallowed, not quite ready to do as ordered.


　　"Submit!" Myla snapped. "This is our mate! I am horrified at what you were about to do!"


　　I rolled my eyes at the wolf. "Doesn't matter, I already told you how I felt."


　　"Little wolf," Magnus slapped my ass hard and I yelped from the blow. "I hate repeating myself. If you push me, I will throw you on his bed, and I will give you your birthday present here in this hovel, and I will not be gentle."


　　My heart thundered like a herd of wild horses. Was he really suggesting... that? Magnus turned and I came face to face with a solemn Damon. Why did I keep torturing this man? All of my decisions were pushing him deeper into hell. "I'm sorry," I whispered for what felt like the hundredth time.


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