Page 75 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
When the strain in her eyes became too much, Alissia fanned her face. “Okay, we either need to hug it out or shoot some vodka, because after being attacked on my wedding night, I amnotcrying on my first day as a married woman.”
Damian launched himself into her embrace even before she finished talking. Alissia circled her arms around him, just like she had after his first heartbreak or that time he came home crying after some dumbass made fun of his old sneakers at school.
All those awful moments were in their past, though. Alissia didn’t know what their futures would bring, but Damian wouldalways be her baby brother–and they would always be there for one another.
Damian hugged her tightly one last time before he let go. His eyes were redder than before, but his smile was brighter.
“You know, when you started pointing that finger at me.” Damian whistled. “That was the same thing Mom used to do when I was in serious trouble. Major flashbacks.”
“Are you telling me I was as scary as her?” Alissia laughed. Their Mom had been amazing. Being compared to her, even in such a small way, made her feel all warm inside.
“Scarier. It must be the glasses.” Damian grinned and grabbed her hands, bringing them to his chest. “No more secrets from now on, okay?”
“I promise. It was so difficult trying to keep this from you, I never want to go through that panic again. My palms got sweaty every time you thought something was off.”
“But I was right, though. The whole hasty marriage thing was weird.”
“Not that weird.” She playfully nudged his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of your big sister.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare. She might point that finger at me again.”
Their laughter melted into silence. But it wasn’t the stifling one from before. This was nice, comfortable. Understanding bloomed in these moments and Alissia loved every second of it.
She’d feared this secret might tear her and Damian apart. It only made them stronger.
“I know I said one more thing, but I have another,” Damian said.
“Okay, last one,” Alissia said more confidently. The tension had dissipated through Rynar’s glamorous halls, chased away by the echoes of their laughter.
She’d been so worried Damian would find out about her secret marriage, but now that he had, she felt free.
Just as her heart was returning to a normal pace, Damian’s question sucked the air right out of her lungs again.
“Do you love him?” he asked.
30
RYNAR
The house was eerily silent when Rynar rushed back home, just as the sun disappeared behind the tallest buildings in the city.
After Nazyn had revealed his findings and theories, outrageous and mad enough to be true, they needed to devise a plan. The upcoming party at Alien Inc.’s headquarters was dangerous, but unavoidable.
Envoys were already en route from the farthest reaches of the Nine galaxies. There was no way to stop it–all they could do was to take as many precautions as they could with the resources they had on Earth, and hope they would be enough.
Bringing in an entire Deruzian squadron was non-negotiable. Daily protests were taking place in front of the portal, the humans would notice thousands of horned aliens crossing the barrier. The last thing they needed was to cause more panic.
Deryg would take care of it. Not only because duty dictated, but because Kiara was organizing it. And Deryg wouldn’t disappoint Kiara, no matter how much he grumbled about them “just being friends”.
After going over the legality of setting up so many filters for the event, Zaryn calculating the extra costs and likelihood of an attack and how many hours Deryg would spend at the office for the foreseeable future, they finally left the stuffy conference room. But not before they all agreed to never talk again about what happened to those three chairs and the broken window.
Deruzians were calm until they weren’t.
Rynar had walked out knowing Alissia was more protected than she ever had, even when he wasn’t by her side. That appeased the vigilant Deruzian in him.
An even more important discussion awaited him now–if only he could find her.
He didn’t hear anything, which was odd. He sniffed the air–he could make out Alissia’s scent from a million different fragrances. It was most potent in the direction of the kitchen, mixed in with a mouth-watering smell of freshly cooked food.
