Page 49 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
So either human or alien. Deruzians didn’t make so much noise and none from the party would have dared bother him and Alissia.
Humans, then. The footsteps were precise. Whoever was coming wasn’t drunk, so none of their guests, who had enjoyed a bit too much of the Deruzian spirits.
There was more than one human.
Four.
No. Five, the last one with a slight limp.
Perhaps it was some of the media personnel who’d developed a habit out of stalking Deruzians after Nazyn and Darcy’s display at the Forum. Rynarreallydidn’t want to appear in the news tomorrow.
And how would they have known about the wedding in the first place?
Someone had been following them.
The owners of the estate would have never let the secret out. Rynar trusted all their guests and even the human priest seemed trustworthy.
But the steps were approaching fast.
Alissia still couldn’t hear them. She kept looking at him with big, concerned eyes.
The softest sound of a click resounded between the trees.
Rynar’s instincts, which he’d honed in the cavernous halls of the academy, blared to life.
In an instant, he whirled around, tugging Alissia so she was safely hidden behind his back.
Her yelp of surprise transformed into a yell as a heavy metallic net sprung from between the darkness of the trees. It encased Rynar, but didn’t reach Alissia.
Perfect.
“What the hell is going on?” Alissia tugged on the net with all her might.
Her help warmed his twin hearts, it did, but she barely managed to shake a few of the net’s strings.
It was heavy and jagged. Enough to bring a grown man to his knees–but not a Deruzian.
Every muscle in Rynar’s body tensed. “We have company.”
From between the trees, shadows emerged. The gleam of weapons sucked in all the light around them.
Five of them, just like Rynar had predicted, and they were all big. The largest of the group stepped in front, holding his massive firearm like an extension of his bulging arms.
He was twice as big as Alissia, if not more–which only made her twice as angry, it seemed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she said, abandoning her futile struggle to shake the net off Rynar. Her courage took over, which Rynar admired. But this wasn’t a courtroom where she could have obliterated these humans with her mere words. They were armed. She was not. “And who do you think you are, attacking my husband?”
Husband. Rynar liked the sound of that, though he’d wished he’d heard it in a very different context.
Behind her outrage and fire, there was fear in Alissia’s voice. There was no need.
“A traitor of our species has no place addressing me,” the one with the bulging arms said.
Enough.
Rynar gripped the net, ripping it in one precise move. “You can’t catch a Deruzian that easily.”
The human who stood the farthest away from the group flinched behind a tree. “How did he do that? They said they couldn’t do that.”
