“I trust you very much, Vash,” she said.
“Then we must get you out of these chains. We must shower you and clean the clumps from the sprouts of your hair. You have spent enough time wallowing in your despair.”
Her despair. It must have b
een great to put her there.
Nodding abruptly and with emotion, Wren’s relief overcame her as the cuffs snapped open behind her back. Slowly, she brought her arms back to her sides.
“There. Is that better?” he asked.
Wren nodded and swallowed. “Yes.” She inhaled, nostrils dry and hardened with blood.
Offering her his hand, Vash lifted her from the floor, but she stumbled against him weakly. “Careful. It takes some getting used to, doesn’t it?”
Again, she nodded. “It does.”
Vash paused before issuing a pleased smile. “Come. The other two are waiting for you.”
“T-t-they’re okay with my freedom?” Wren asked.
Vash deliberately wove his fingers around hers. Kissing each knuckle, he moaned. “They’ve been worried sick about you.”
Wren gave her best smile and curled into Vash’s chest, inhaling the scent she had come to know so well. Steadily, he led her through the bright hallway of the house. With every step she took, Wren felt his gaze on her, patriarchal but seemingly non-corrupt.
She rounded a corner and came face to face with another door. Instantly, Wren became overwhelmed with dread.
“Do not fret, Precious.”
Wren pointed. “But…”
Vash curled his calloused hands around the knob and arched his wrist until it clicked open. Wren startled, but when she saw the alphas naked in bed without their usual looks of punishment, she took a step forward and bowed.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Was that the right thing to say? Wren dragged her canine teeth across the side of her lower lip and cleared her throat.
Killian rolled and grabbed a piece of meat from a discarded plate. “Come in. Be with us.”
“Yes. Sit close, pumpkin.”
“She needs to be cleaned,” Vash said.
Lucas rushed to scent her before she bathed. “I can handle the cleansing.”
“We all will help,” Killian said.
Although they were maniacal, there was a sense of unwavering fellowship between the devilish alphas. Nearly every role was shared between the males. Not to mention, their nerves seemed satisfied after days of dispensing their fluids into her.
“Precious. Follow us.”
Vash led as the other two took her hands, kissing each and every visible wound. They petted her hair and whispered flowery language. As Vash ran the hot water, she sat against his lap and gave them her trust.
It was necessary for an alpha to bond. She now knew the true nature of their affliction. Without expelling their seed, they would turn to worse acts. She made them content. She was their Precious.
Immersing the tip of his finger in the water, Lucas checked the temperature. “Oh, just right,” he whispered.
“One more thing,” Killian said.