Page 16 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me

Chapter ten

Mark looks horrified, his eyes wide as he stares at Kruk. What should I do? I’m torn between running to him and staying by Kruk's side.

Kruk shifts into protector mode, positioning himself between me and Mark. He growls; a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through the air. He stands taller, his muscles tensing, claws unsheathing with a menacing click. Mark steps back, his face pale, clearly thinking Kruk is about to attack.

"Kruk, no! Don't hurt him!" I cry out, my voice sharp with panic.

Kruk turns his head slightly to look at me, his eyes intense.

Do you know this human?

"Yes, I know him. He's... he is my boyfriend," I explain quickly, my words tumbling out.

Kruk's brow furrows in confusion.

Boyfriend?

"He was my mate," I clarify, hoping this word will make more sense to him.

Kruk's posture relaxes slightly, but he remains alert, protective. He glances at Mark again, assessing, then looks back at me.

"Kruk, he's not a threat," I add earnestly, hoping to ease the tension before it escalates further.

I turn toward Mark, my heart aching. I didn’t want him to find me like this, to find out about my new life at all.

"It's ok, Mark," I say, trying to reassure him. But let’s be real, he just watched me get pummeled in the pussy by a Bigfoot. There’s not much I can say or do to calm this situation.

Mark stares at me, confusion and fear etched across his face. His voice trembles as he speaks.

"Emily, have you gone crazy? I just caught you fucking a monster. Nothing is ok. And now you’re talking to it like it understands you!”

Oh yeah. I forgot that Mark can’t hear their telepathy. I probably look a little nuts right now.

I take a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure under his worried gaze.

"Mark, the Eldruk speak telepathically. They can understand more than you think."

Mark's eyebrows knit together, and he takes a step back. The idea of telepathic communication was possibly a step too far.

"Telepathy? Emily, are you serious? This sounds insane."

I can see the wheels turning in his head, his rational mind grappling with the surreal situation. He looks from me to Kruk, who stands calmly, watching our exchange with an intense focus.

"Mark, I know how this looks. But I promise I'm not crazy," I insist, my voice steady despite the rising panic I feel at his skepticism. "I've been living with them, learning from them. Please, just try to understand."

“Learning how to take 20-inch dick apparently!”

I rub my hands over my forehead. This conversation isn’t going well at all.

“Mark, please,” I beg, “just give me a minute to speak with Kruk and then I’ll explain everything.”

Mark shakes his head, clearly struggling to accept what I'm saying.

I turn back to Kruk, seeking his permission.

"Can I have some time to speak with Mark alone?" I ask, hoping he understands the necessity.

Kruk nods slowly.

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