Page 56 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
With a roar, Deryg grabbed the figure’s charred head with both hands. With his fangs bared, lips curled, and eyebrows sharp enough to cut, he looked absolutely brutal.
Like a monster.
A monster who had come to save her.
He ripped the head in one snap.
But no blood and bone littered the ground.
Breathing heavily, Deryg’s eyes found Kiara’s instantly.
Her heart swelled with relief.
He’d kept his promise.
He’d found her.
He’d saved her.
In a flash, he moved and stood in front of her. Kiara didn’t even have time to blink before his strong arms–and wings!!!–enveloped her in a warm, protective hug.
Kiara almost cried in relief. She felt the beat of his twin hearts against hers. They were both alive. In his arms, she was safe.
“No, they’re not humans,” Darcy’s shaky voice broke the stillness. “They’re robots.Myrobots.”
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“Count them again,” Deryg said, watching as the pile of metal bodies, some charred, some impaled, some cleaved in half, kept growing.
“It’s still going to add up to one hundred forty-two,” Jaryn mumbled past his split lip. He’d fought valiantly and had the bruises and cuts across his torso to prove it.
“Again,” Deryg said, leaving no room for argument.
He wanted a perfect tally of all the robots that had invaded Alien Inc. so he knew how many times to strike the Nines-damned bastard who sent them.
Luckily for him, Deryg hadn’t lost any of his team; he would have avenged their lives with blood. None of the guests had died either. The one Deryg had seen trapped underneath the pillar had mercifully fainted below the light installation, which had protected him. But he was unconscious and the human healers were not sure of his fate.
Humanam-bu-lan-ceskept on echoing and lighting the streets with their red sirens as they took more and more humans to the hospital. Some of them were simply in shock. Others had broken ribs, bruised cheeks, and twisted ankles.
The Deruzian healers had rushed through the portal to treat the wounded. The Xirians had also begrudgingly accepted their help, since their own medics were galaxies away. Deryg couldn’t blame them; he wouldn’t have fully trusted a Xirian medic to treat his wounds, either. But the Xirians had fought valiantly tonight and should be rewarded–if an intergalactic war didn’t start because they’d been in danger at a Deruzian event, of course.
The Nedoluns and Zamorians had also helped, creating a barrier to protect the humans on the other side of the pillar.
“It was a fine night,” one of the Zamorians chuckled as they limped past Deryg, helped by his friend. “I haven’t seen this much excitement since Arathorn’s wedding.”
Deryg sighed. Zamorians were used to chaos and violence. Humans were not. The few that hadn’t already left the event were shaking and had tear marks down their ash-covered cheeks.
He clenched his jaw.
This would not stand. Not on his watch.
The humans also sent curious looks his way. It took Deryg a moment to realize he hadn’t folded his wings back–and he wasn’t planning on doing it.
The secret was out, no point in hiding. From the ripped shirts the Deruzians wore around him, he hadn’t been the only one to use his wings in the fight.
He was done with following orders he didn’t agree with. If the elders had listened to him from the start, none of this would have happened.
