Page 49 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
Filled with rage and the need to revenge and protect, Deryg’s fangs elongated. His vision intensified, focusing on the dark figures.
A fierce instinct morphed his lips into a scowl.
He was ready for battle.
With a fiery roar, Deryg attacked.
Only then did the figures turn toward them.
Not all, though. At least half of them were still using a metal mast to pummel the door to the lab into oblivion. A hole grew inside it with each smack.
Deryg’s wings propelled him above the figures. He raised his improvised spear high. Then he threw it down with all his might.
In one thrust, five of the figures were impaled. Their armours gave away with a metal shriek.
They fell down with a satisfying crunch.
Deryg swooped down and yanked his weapon back. Bullets pelted the air. He swerved away from them with trained speed, and they embedded themselves into the ceiling, leaving crusty, smoking holes.
Rexan flew into action, a brutal tension to his face.
Deryg had never seen his brother truly battle, apart from the fake fighting they did as younglings. But he was a fearsome sight to behold.
With his silver robes in tatters, leathery wings swishing hard enough to send some of the figures tumbling, he used his jagged pole to spear their weapons and their chests.
Deryg impaled more of the figures, hoisting them three at a time up on his spear and jerking his weapon to set their limp bodies falling to the ground.
His ancient Deruzian blood roared in triumph. But his sense of justice hungered for more.
He would not stop until all of them lay limp and defenseless. Until he knew Kiara was safe.
More and more of the invaders burst out of the secret passage. Nines, was there no end to their murderous numbers?
Yet still some of them remained, intent on tearing into the laboratory. That was their final destination–but why?
Beyond the door, he could hear Kiara’s scared mutters. Yet there was courage in her tone. He was so Nines-damn proud of her.
But her fright was so potent, Deryg could almost taste it.
His spear cleaved a path in the dark mass. Deryg landed in the midst of the masked figures with an ominous thud. They instantly swarmed him.
Yes, let them come to him and leave Kiara alone.
He would face hundreds, thousands, millions of them to protect her.
He would endure any wound imaginable as long as he knew she was safe.
He bowed and tucked his wings behind his back. When the figures got close enough that the heat radiating off them seared his skin, Deryg unfurled them in one powerful motion, sending them crashing around him.
Rexan landed right next to him.
Back to back, they nodded at each other, weapons raised, prepared for the onslaught.
With his brother by his side, Deryg faced a ring of enemies that kept growing.
Their bullets zoomed past them, even with so many of their fast weapons strewn at their feet.
Bodies littered the ground all around them. Only…they didn’t look right. The air didn’t smell right.
