My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 147: Beyond the Window

Her body remained tense beneath the blankets, her fingers gripping the fabric. The room was silent, yet she could hear the faintest sound—like the hush of whispered breaths just beyond her reach.

She turned her head slightly, watching the lamp on the nightstand. The flame wavered, flickering erratically. Almost as if something was disturbing it.

She swallowed hard.

"It's just my mind playing tricks on me."

But the feeling didn't go away.

She exhaled slowly and turned onto her side, closing her eyes. She willed herself to ignore it, to let sleep take her.

And then—

Rustle.

Her eyes snapped open.

The sound was faint, barely there, but it wasn't her imagination.

She held her breath, straining her ears.

Another soft rustling noise reached her, this time clearer, more deliberate.

Slowly, she sat up.

Hera remained asleep beside her, undisturbed.

Raelynn's heart pounded as she turned toward the window. The night stretched beyond it, the garden looked as quiet as usual. Everything seemed normal. But the unease in her chest only grew stronger.

She swung her legs over the bed, her bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. Every movement felt slow, heavy, as if she were wading through thick air.

She took cautious steps toward the window, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the curtains. She pulled them aside—

And froze.

A dark figure stood at the edge of the garden.

Raelynn's breath hitched.

Tall, motionless, watching.

Her pulse thundered in her ears. The figure didn't move, yet the weight of its stare pressed down on her. She could feel it.

Fear coiled tightly in her chest. She took a step back, her foot hitting the nightstand—

CRASH.

The glass of water shattered on the floor.

Pain sliced through her foot.

She gasped, stumbling back as the sharp sting of glass shards pierced her skin.

Hera jolted awake. "Raelynn?"

Before Raelynn could respond, the door burst open.

Elion stood in the doorway, his sharp gaze scanning the room. His expression was unreadable at first—cold, assessing. But the moment his eyes landed on her, his entire body tensed.

His gaze flickered to the broken glass, the blood pooling at her foot. His brows drew together, his jaw tightening. In three quick strides, he closed the distance between them.

"Raelynn." His voice was firm, but there was something else beneath it—concern, urgency.

Raelynn hesitated, her breathing still uneven. She glanced toward the window, then back at him. "I… I thought I heard something. And then—" She swallowed. "I saw someone outside."

Hera's eyes widened. She turned toward the window, her expression uneasy.

Elion's gaze darkened. He strode to the window, his movements controlled but undeniably tense. He looked out into the garden, scanning the shadows with an intensity that made the air in the room feel even heavier.

Silence stretched between them.

Then, slowly, he turned back to her. His expression had shifted—calm on the surface, but his eyes…

His eyes told a different story.

Something was wrong.

Still, when he spoke, his voice was steady. "You're safe."

Raelynn wanted to believe him, but the way he held himself—the way his shoulders remained rigid, his fists subtly clenched—told her that he didn't fully believe it himself.

Hera shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe it was just the wind," she murmured, though she didn't sound convinced.

Elion said nothing. Instead, he crouched down and carefully took Raelynn's injured foot into his hands. His touch was surprisingly gentle, despite the quiet storm brewing in his eyes.

"You stepped on glass," he murmured, his voice quieter now.

Raelynn nodded, watching as he carefully inspected the wound. His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't say anything else.

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Without another word, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

Raelynn sucked in a breath, caught off guard by the sudden warmth of his embrace.

Elion carried her with ease, his hold steady yet careful, as if she were something fragile. Raelynn could only cling to his shoulders, her mind still struggling to catch up with everything that had just happened.

"Hera," Elion called, his voice firm but controlled. "Find Sloane. Now."

Hera didn't hesitate. She nodded once before dashing out of the room, disappearing down the hall.

Elion carried Raelynn straight into the bathroom, pushing the door open with his foot. The space was warm and softly lit, steam still lingering from a previous bath. He set her down gently on the edge of the tub before turning on the water. The sound of rushing water filled the space, but Raelynn barely heard it.

"We need to clean your wound," Elion said, kneeling in front of her. His voice had lost its usual sharpness, now carrying something quieter—something almost careful.

Raelynn blinked down at him. The sting in her foot was still there, but strangely distant, as if her body had decided to stop acknowledging the pain.