Page 35 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
His strong muscles flexed as he twisted into impossible crouches that kept him concealed and moving.
He tapped the comm device strapped to his ear. “Report.”
“They’re coming in from all sides,” Jaryn said as another gunshot resounded.
“They’ve infiltrated the security department. Blasted a hole straight through the elevator, we have no way of coming up,” another scratchy voice resounded in the comm.
“The eastern wing has been compromised. Nines, where are they coming from?” another voice said, even more diluted and interrupted.
“Engage code X. All personnel deals with the invaders. Then we take care of the wounded,” Deryg commanded. Erase the threat and protect those left alive, that was the rule. But no sounds came from the comm, apart from a metallic grating.
Deryg bared his fangs. They’d infiltrated the comm system. He had no way of giving orders now. But his department knewexactly what the proper procedure was. Deryg had to believe all their training had been ingrained in them.
He fired more shots. Some of the hooded figures fell to the ground, unmoving.
But the human gun betrayed him. With no more bullets in its barrel, it was as useless as the shattered ice sculpture at his feet.
Deryg threw the weapon to the ground, a gashing fury in his chest.
Deruzia had insisted on not allowing them to carry their faithful spears tonight. They were massive and deadly, they might scare the guests.
Deryg hadn’t been allowed to set up more security checkpoints to not make their guests wait too long.
He couldn’t use his wings.
None of the strategies he had been trained to use had been deemed suitable enough by Deruzia at a human event.
And look what had happened.
Deryg would be carrying the weight of the souls they had lost for the rest of his existence.
His Deruzian methods had been considered too cruel. Too complex for a simple party. The humans would think something was wrong.
Everything was wrong.
Deryg couldn’t think about that now. Fury would only lead to mistakes.
He had to be the efficient killer he had been training all his life to become–and he had to protect Kiara.
A deep, unavoidable instinct blared at him.
Damn the protocols.
Damn the appearances.
Damn what the humans would think of the violence Deruzia had tried so hard to shield them from.
Deryg stood up, with nothing but courage and determination guiding him.
“Kiara.” His roar shook what remained of the blackened walls. “Find cover and hide. On my existence and the Nines, I swear I will find you.”
He felt rather than heard her whispered, “Yes. Find me.”
Deryg exhaled in relief. She was alive. As long as he still had breath in his lungs, she would keep on being alive, this he swore.
He passed more cowering bodies, the smoke thicker now. Even with his Deruzian sight, he could barely see a few feet away from him.
This attack had been perfectly crafted to incapacitate Deruzians. They were either the target or the main obstacle to whatever the real prize was–and Deryg intended on finding that out.
