Page 59 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
“I told Matty all about how we fought those robots. Didn’t I, darling?” She draped herself along his body, beaming with happiness. “He’s very proud of me.”
The man only hummed in response, but it sounded cheerful, at least.
“You should have seen Kiara, darling,” the woman went on. “She was like a drill sergeant. Maybe you should offer her a job on your negotiations team.”
Deryg clenched his jaw. Who was this woman and why did she want Kiara to quit her job at Alien Inc.?
But Kiara only laughed, hugging the woman. Her eyes found Deryg’s above her shoulder. “Thanks, Carol, but I’m happy where I am.”
Deryg smiled back at her. “Alien Inc. needs you.”
Heneeded her.
“I’m going to call your mother tomorrow and talk her ear off about how lucky she is to have a daughter like you,” Carol said. “You are truly one of a kind.”
Kiara’s smile grew and her eyes sparkled.
She was gorgeous.
Deryg was so consumed with staring at her, he was almost tempted to ignore Yakirian’s steady steps coming closer. The CEO wasn’t alone.
Deryg turned to see his boss matching their way, Rynar, Zaryn, and their mates right behind him. Zaryn carried a barefoot and shaking Lily in his arms, while Rynar and Alissia walked in tandem, hand in hand.
Kiara came to stand by Deryg’s side, her fingers winding around his. Together, they would face anything–even a furious Yakirian.
But the CEO didn’t seem enraged. He looked tired. There was a distinctive cut on his left horn, along with scratches and bruises along his arms. He’d fought courageously as well, as Deryg had expected. Yakirian had his own faults, but Deruzia had chosen him as CEO of the company for a reason.
As Yakirian approached, Deryg’s wings twitched–he still wouldn’t conceal them, but the instinct to obey the rules, no matter how insane, was still there. He was Deruzian, after all.
“Don’t bother,” Yakirian said. He turned and showed the two rips in the back of his shirt. “I used them during the battle. That rule has officially been stricken.”
“It wasn’t a good rule,” Deryg said.
“You are correct,” Yakirian said. “Like you were right about canceling the event. I should have listened to you and faced the elders again, intergalactic treaties be damned. I will not make the same mistake again.”
Deryg nodded, even as a sense of pride and justice surged inside him. Kiara squeezed his hand, coming closer to him.
“I thank you all for everything you have done,” Yakirian went on. “Not just for the company, but for Deruzia’s future and for the lives you have helped save tonight.”
Yakirian’s gaze darkened. “But we will not treat this incident as we have done with the others. We have been attacked. It’s time we defend ourselves properly.”
The air around them turned electric with those words. A sense of companionship swirled around them. They were a teamand they would do anything in their power to defend those they cared for.
Richard and whoever else had helped him would pay.
“I expect you to come for a meeting tomorrow.” Yakirian’s gaze snapped to Deryg. “We have important matters to discuss. But for now, I want you all to go home and rest. We have survived another day and we will survive many more.”
Slowly, goodbyes filled the air as everyone left. Mykon muttered his farewell and vanished, Rexan and Leyra continued arguing as they departed, standing closer than Deryg had ever seen them.
Finally, it was time for Kiara and Deryg to leave.
“I’m going to sleep like I’ve never slept before in my life,” she said with a yawn. “But first, a shower. I need to wash off all the grime and violence.”
“You were saying something about a bath…” Deryg asked.
“I only have a shower. It’ll have to do.”
Deryg cupped her cheek gently, looking into her eyes. They’d promised themselves they wouldtake things slow, as Kiara said, but a life and death incident can change one’s perspective. This wretched night had taught Deryg an important lesson–he always wanted to be by Kiara’s side. “I have a bathtub at my apartment–if you want to come.”
