Page 50 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
He sounded terrified. Good.
Nobody dared speak like that to Alissia.
“You don’t seem like the kind to protest a wedding,” Rynar said coldly. “Who sent you?”
Who was thistheythe cowardly one had mentioned?
One of the humans raised his handgun, a modified beast of a weapon, with a barrel wide enough to stick a human’s arm inside it.
Another net jumped straight for Rynar. This time, he caught it midair and ripped it. It clanked to the forest floor with a sickening thud.
This one had been heavier.
A current zapped through the mangled links on the ground.
It had been electrified, too. Interesting.
The handgun was shaking as the human lowered it. There was fear in his dark eyes.
“It doesn’t matter who sent us,” their leader said. “We’re here to deliver a message. You aliens are already taking our money–”
“You mean helping develop our economy?” Alissia said.
“–you will not take our women.”
Another click.
Rynar turned and caught Alissia in his arms, spinning around.
This time there was no net.
A pungent liquid sprayed over Rynar’s back.
It was cold, but not much else. Had they sprayed holy water on him? That was about as ineffective–
The fabric of his suit began disintegrating, a sour smell clinging to the air. It exposed his flesh to the crisp Earthen breeze. In seconds, only the material bearing his Deruzian crest had survived, untouched. The rest of the fabric had been human made.
“Ouch,” Alissia whimpered, clutching her upper arm, where a single drop had dared touch her skin. Alissia’s eyes turned wide as the spot began to redden and blister. “It’s acid.”
Acid designed to hurt humans, not Deruzians.
They had aimed the weapon at Alissia.
They’d wanted tohurther.
Rynar saw red.
He threw his head back, a roar ripping from his throat and shaking the trees. The party drums in the distance instantly stopped.
His brothers had heard him.
They were coming.
With the need for revenge and murder in his quickly darkening eyes, Rynar turned onto the humans who had dared put his wife in danger.
He flexed his arms, fisting his big palms.
They all took a hesitant step back–even the large one, his bravado gone.
