Page 132 of I Replaced His Husband
His despair poured into me, and I wanted to cry, not over my fate but over ours, as they were entwined forever and now would be destroyed together.
I simply needed to say it, something that had been shyly unfolding inside me for these five months. "You're my everything, Rain, I so…adore you," I whispered, as those words filled me completely.
Rain's eyes closed for a second, and a tear mixed with his blood dripped onto my cheek.
The invaders took another step closer. One of them kicked Rain's phone, sending it far into the garden, and then raised a bat.
Terror ran through my veins like thunder. My chest swelled strangely, and though I had no idea why my body took such a big breath of air, I acted instinctively as panic kicked in.
My partially paralyzed throat produced something unexpected, a sound I had never made before.
It was by no means perfect, coming out scratchy and deformed, but it was a super-high-pitched voice that I half-consciously recognized.
My gas-incapacitated body tried to make the famous Omega Stun Sound, which only omegas bonded with their True Mates could produce!
The sound was meant to send a sonic wave that would deafen the alphas' sensitive ears, except for their partners, and cause piercing pain. It didn't sound as powerful as it should; I knew my lungs weren't working at full capacity, but it made a difference.
The man was already taking a swing intended to land the baseball bat on Rain's head, but his arms shook visibly as the Stun Sound affected him, and the bat slowed its trajectory when the hands holding it spasmed.
It fell down anyway, but the impact wasn't as crushing. I felt Rain's body twitch; the bat didn't hit his head but his back, and he made a muffled groan. I also whimpered sharply in shock.
Then, there was another sound.
This one was sharper and louder, more like a bang.
The man who hit Rain dropped to his knees and collapsed beside us, his covered face now turned toward us. The mask, initially gray, quickly darkened from the blood flowing out of a wound on his temple. I blinked in astonishment.
What had just happened?
Two more shots rang out almost immediately, and two more bodies hit the terrace floor. I felt like I was still dreaming, trapped in some nightmare where everything seemed unreal and impossible, but it was real, so fucking real!
We were attacked, and then shots fired from the direction of the forest had stopped the assailants. I had to keep repeating these facts in my head to stay connected to reality.
A dreadful silence fell. Whoever was shooting was incredibly good; he hadn't missed a single shot.
Rain was breathing heavily. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows, finally getting onto all fours, his limbs shaking. I lay beneath him, shielding my stomach with my hands.
Cursing under his breath, Rain very slowly crawled to the first attacker, who lay about three feet from us, and with a trembling hand checked his pulse. He also pulled the mask up a bit.
"Jorah!"
I wasn't even surprised. It was obvious it could only be the Dawsons.
"Adam… Adam is in the house. Whatever they let in… it could still be there, some kind of gas…" I stammered, surprised that I could even form words, no matter how shaky they sounded. Did the Stun Sound somehow unplug my lungs a bit?
My whole body was in shock, and my mind could only focus on one thing: saving everyone I cared about. Rain said nothing. He crawled back to me, grabbed my shoulders, and slowly helped me sit up.
"Can you… hold onto my… neck?" he asked in a raspy voice, still struggling to speak himself, maybe even more than I was. Blood kept flowing from his nose, his face an unhealthy shade of pale, as if he was about to faint.
"I'll try," I managed to croak out.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he began crawling toward the side stairs leading off the terrace, which connected to a path running around the house that would allow us to reach Adam's window. We dragged ourselves in that strange position, me clinging to his neck, half-sliding on the terrace stones, half-crawling on my knees. Every move he made took immense effort, his whole body in pain, but he continued to move anyway.
If I ever respected any human on this planet, it was Rain.
He failed, but he kept trying. In a way, it broke my heart for him.
We left behind the three bodies lying in widening pools of blood. After what seemed like a very long time, we reached Adam's window. Rain was silent, his hoarse breath and the shuffling of his knees on the path the only sounds I heard.
