
Their broken doll series
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Introduction
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 series is a trilogy of reverse harem dark romance story that follows Erina and her descendants and the path from a slave to a Goddess.
Chapter 1
Erina
My family circled around me like a pack of dogs that had gone too long without a proper meal. "What?" I whispered as I stared at my father.
He stared back at me, his eyes like two pebbles of coal. "You heard me, Erina. Your new owner will be here for you any minute now."
"But why?" I blurted. How could my father sell his own child? This made no sense! "Mother," I complained, turning on my heel to look at the woman that mirrored me so closely. But just as she always did she ducked her head away from me, eyes stayed glued to the floor.
"It's for the best, Erina. The money we're getting is going to be enough for the rest of the family to live on. You should be grateful."
My brother chuckled. I wanted to punch him but knew that if I did I'd be tied to a pole and lashed. He was the one that could do no wrong and I was always the fuck up of the family. "Is your own happiness that much more important than the rest of us? You're lucky that someone even wanted you."
The heavy cedar/oak door to the outside swung open and five men strode in. Each more dangerous than the last until finally, the last one entered and his eyes met mine. My mouth grew dry and my knees weak as he stared at me with the slightest of smirks. I wasn't a person to this man, no there was another light in his eyes. Lust.
"You didn't prepare her like we agreed," He snapped. "You really expect her to wear something like that?" he gestured at my cotton nightgown that I clenched to my body.
My father had brought me a beautiful white dress that hugged all my curves but I had refused to wear it. I had refused this deal of his with my entire spirit. Why should I have to be the lamb for the rest of them? But now as this stranger glowered at me, I regretted not doing what I was told. His eyes glittered in the sputtering light from above.
He was a predator, and I was his prey.
"I'm sorry, Nicholas. I gave her explicit instructions-"
The man, Nicholas, did not let my father finish speaking. Moving at the speed of light I heard the crack as the back of his hand smacked into my father's face. The force sent the old man spinning as he was driven into the dirty floor. "Don't worry, I still will pay for my," he paused, his eyes moved over me. I held my nightgown closer and a wicked smile split his lips. "my treat." He took out a slick wallet from his coat and pulled out numerous bills before throwing them on my father's bleeding body.
I can't say I was surprised when my dad and the rest of my family descended on the bills like a pack of jackals, loading their pockets.
Nicholas grabbed me by the wrist and the men around him grinned. "Are you going to come peacefully, or will you make me punish you?" he demanded.
"Please, disobey," whined the smallest of the men. His golden hair was tied behind him in a braid that traveled all the way down his back. His golden eyes were glazed as he licked his lips.
"Lucas," Nicholas warned. "You'll get your turn. We all will."
I shook at his words, fear moved through me. I didn't like the sound of that. His grip on my wrist tightened and the bones inside rubbed against each other. It was now or never. Would I just meekly follow or would I fight? I didn't know what he meant by punishment, and I didn't want to find out. But still, I couldn't just walk after him like a trained puppy. "I'm not going anywhere," I said with a glare.
Nicholas's smile came slowly. He brushed a forefinger down my cheek. "So soft," he whispered, his tongue darting across his lower lip. Light blue eyes were far too innocent for the emotions that danced within. He grabbed me, holding me up by my wrist. Pulling me off the ground before tossing me against the wall. My head thumped against the brick, I knew that it would hurt worse later. His hand reached around my throat using that as the only means of keeping me upright.
My hands clawed at his, I kicked and tried to get away. Spots blurred my vision but this man didn't care. He leaned close his teeth grazing my neck before he bit me, hard! I gasped, or I would have. Not just from the pain, but how much he seemed to not care. He pulled away and licked at the bite as blood dripped from my new wound.
I stopped struggling.
"Good girl," he praised, his tongue flat against the bite mark as he cleaned the blood off.. "Learn your place, and we'll all have fun. Deny me and I'll be the only one getting release."
"Nicholas," Lucas all but moaned. "Please, let me touch her while she's pinned like that. She looks like a butterfly. That's how I want her, pinned for me."
"Not yet," Nicholas scolded, finally pulling his hand away. Sucking in a breath I wanted to cry. I could breathe, but it didn’t seem to matter.. I fell to the ground and curled up in a ball, shivering. Nicholas raised an eyebrow at the sight of me. "We're not close to through with you," he promised as he bit his bottom lip. "But it's time we take you home. I'm not in the mood for others watching me eat."
My hand went back to my neck and I held it against the blood flow. What did he mean by that? I wanted to ask him, but I was too scared. Each of the men that stared down at me was a monster. There was no hope for any of them to save me from whatever my family had caused.
Scrambling to my feet, I leaned against the brick wall. I didn't want any more punishments. I turned my attention to my family that were still picking up bills. Just how much had Nicholas given them? I wanted to ask but again I couldn't bring myself to talk. Not with the way another of the brothers was leering at me. The man had his hand inside his pocket but even I could tell that he was touching himself while staring at me.
"I hope you're satisfied," I sneered at the ones that were supposed to have protected me from this fate. "And I will pray that all of you suffer worse than I'm about to."
"Oh?" the leering brother crooned as he came closer to me. His fingertips brushed across my back and I shivered. The bastard still had one hand inside his pants. "Do you want me to punish them, right here?" He grinned at me, his canines extra sharp. "I'll rip them apart if you say the word."
Rip them apart? I didn't know if he meant it figuratively or literally and I didn't care at this point. I wasn't going to forgive them, any of them. I glanced back at him and his hands dipped lower, cupping my ass now. "I-" I whispered.
"Just say, please Master Jack," his dark blue hair hung in front of those golden piercing eyes of his.
I didn't know my fate exactly, but I'd got enough of an idea to know that I would never forgive these people. His hand dipped lower now, grabbing my thigh and slowly creeping up. "Please, Master Jack," I whispered breathlessly.
He was gone from my side in an instant and the men around me growled almost in unison. Nicholas smirked at me. "Remember, this is what you asked for," he whispered before all five of the men transformed into giant wolves and they ripped my family apart.
As the blood pooled at my feet a part of me thought about how I should feel ashamed or guilty. That's not what coursed through me right now. No, I was happy. I laughed as the last of the selfish bastards lost their life and their body fell to the side.
The wolves turned to me and in their eyes I saw what was to become of me. When they tired of my body, for there was no doubt in my mind that's what they planned to use me for, I would become like my family and be ripped apart.
So when Jack came back to me, his muzzle was stained with the blood of my father. I hugged him close as I whispered thank you into his ear.
"Now that we've taken care of that," Nicholas announced as he shifted back into human form. "I hope you're aware that we have no plans on going easy on you. We bought you and we will have our way. It's my belief that you realize it's hopeless to resist us. If not we'll be more than happy to remind you just how blessed pain can feel." He snapped his fingers at me and with my head low I moved to his side where he grabbed my chin, tilting my head up before his lips crashed into mine hard and bruising.
No matter what happened next the answer was clear to me. I belonged to this pack.
~~ Warning~~
As you can tell this will be a very dark romance. If this can trigger you, by all means, feel free to skip this one. It's dubcon as Erina uses whatever she needs to in order to try to stay alive, and it won't be an easy job for her to tame these beasts.
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