Page 44 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
He shook his head. His for a month, and even that was debatable.
With the triusca gone, the fabric draped, and the rings exchanged, the priest and the monk stood side by side.
“Do you both agree to this union, until your hearts stop beating for each other?” they asked in unison.
“We do,” Alissia and Rynar replied.
“Then seal this union with a kiss, in front of the witnesses and each of your gods.”
Alissia and Rynar leaned toward each other, no hesitation.
As soon as their lips touched, that overwhelming feeling claimed Rynar again. The one telling him this is what peace and elation felt like. With Alissia’s lips on his, her soft cheek nestled in his palm.
He already knew he didn’t want this to be their last kiss.
“Now I understand,” Deryg’s gruff voice resounded from the seats, even as everyone else rose, clapping. “They fit together as only true mates can.”
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ALISSIA
Alissia worried her bottom lips between her teeth, looking over the huge table once again. “Spoon,” she whispered into Rynar’s ear.
“Don’t know how I missed that,” he mumbled. They sat so close together, Alissia felt the sound vibrating through his chest. Rynar nodded at the waiter hefting another overflowing plate on the table. “Server.”
“Salad.”
“Sculpture.”
“Shellfish.”
“Sauce.”
“Squeeze bottle.”
“Those are two words. I win this roundandI pronounced all the words right,” Rynar said. His warm breath warmed the junction of her neck and shoulder, so Alissia couldn’t be too mad she’d lost. “Let’s move on to T.”
“Look at them, they’re so cute together,” Kiara’s voice broke through the hum at the table and the drums surrounding them. “So snuggly on their wedding day.”
Little did Kiara know Alissia and Rynar were playing an alphabet game. Since they didn’t want anyone else to know about their little activity, they’d slowly inched their chairs closer and closer together.
But Alissia would be lying if she didn’t enjoy Rynar’s warmth so close to hers.
While the wedding ceremony had skewed more on the human side, the afterparty was all Deruzian. As the sun had set, casting a fiery glow on the prim and proper trees and perfectly manicured lawn next to the old mansion, Alissia and Rynar, along with their guests, had followed the stony path through the trees.
Alissia held on tight to Rynar’s hand as they walked. Perhaps high heels weren’t the best option for every occasion. But, hey, with these shoes on, at least her head reached his shoulders. Those broad, muscly shoulders she couldn’t stop staring at.
The longer they’d walked, up and down small hills, the wilder the forest became. The trees grew taller, their leaves untamed manes twinkling with bright orbs of light.
Then the drums started, beckoning them closer.
Harps had played in the background during the wedding ceremony. The afterparty beat to a monstrous, frenzied rhythm that sounded anything but human.
Alissia liked it. It was the sound of loosening up and excess, free from the constraints of the real world.
And, God, she wanted to party.
As their little group had advanced, the entire forest seemed to come alive. In a clearing, languorous fires blazed around a massive wooden table. Deruzians dressed in hides and shiny beads stood around it with stony faces, horns gleaming.
