My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 106: Through the Cracks

Raelynn stretched lazily in her bed, her body finally feeling lighter, though her thoughts weren't so lucky. When Sloane came to check on her, she gave a satisfied nod, crossing her arms.

"You're officially back among the living," Sloane declared, her tone playful.

Raelynn laughed softly, pulling her blanket tighter around her. "Good to know. I thought I might've crossed over because of this fever."

"Oh, stop being so dramatic," Sloane replied with a laugh, her smile making it clear she wasn't serious. "Now, don't overdo it. Elion would have my head if you so much as sneeze today."

Raelynn smiled at the mention of Elion, though her chest tightened slightly. She couldn't stop obsessing over his glowing eyes and the strange conversation—it had haunted her through the night. As Sloane left, Raelynn resolved to watch him closely today. Maybe she'd find some answers.

Raelynn found Elion in the dining room for breakfast, seated at the head of the grand table. As usual, his movements were graceful, but Raelynn couldn't help analyzing every tiny thing about him. He was reading something on his tablet, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

"Hey, good morning," she greeted, aiming to sound natural.

His eyes flicked up, and a gentler look replaced the guarded one he wore. "Good afternoon, Raelynn. Feeling better?"

"Much much better." She smiled as she took her seat. "And you? You seem… distracted."

He glanced at her briefly before returning to his tablet. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual matters to attend to."

Raelynn hummed in response but didn't believe him for a second. She made a few attempts at conversation, but his short replies and wandering eyes made it clear he wasn't fully there.

At one point, Raelynn couldn't resist staring. Her eyes lingered on his strong jaw and the delicate shadows cast by his long lashes. He looked so perfectly composed, it was almost frustrating. She must've been staring too hard because Elion's eyes suddenly locked onto hers.

"What is it?"

Raelynn blinked, caught off guard. "I was just wondering…" she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "do you wear contact lenses?"

Elion's brows knitted together, clearly taken aback. "No. Why would you think that?"

"Well, your eyes…" Raelynn leaned forward, her tone teasing. "They're so… striking. Almost unreal. I figured maybe you had a little help."

For a fleeting moment, something unreadable flashed across Elion's face before he chuckled softly, looking away. "No lenses. Just genetics."

"Uh-huh." Raelynn didn't miss the way he avoided her gaze for the rest of the meal.

As the day went on, Raelynn couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Elion continued to keep his distance, retreating into his study for hours. Noticing Raelynn's distracted look, Sloane tried to pull her back with a playful comment.

"Stop brooding," Sloane said as they sat in the garden later that afternoon. "You look like you're plotting a murder."

Raelynn smirked. "Maybe I am."

"Let me guess, Elion's the victim?" Sloane teased, nudging her arm. "Honestly, Raelynn, whatever's bothering you, just ask him. He's not as scary as he looks."

"Sure, why not," Raelynn replied dryly, though the mere idea of approaching Elion gave her chills.

By nightfall, Raelynn's unease had only grown. After pacing her room for what felt like hours, she decided she couldn't let her questions fester any longer. Wrapping her arms around herself for comfort, she moved through the hall, the soft light playing tricks on the walls.

She made her way to Elion's study, but when she peeked inside, the room was empty. Everything was in its place—the desk spotless, the curtains closed, and the air faintly scented with cedar.

"Where is he?" she murmured, stepping inside hesitantly. Her fingers brushed against the edge of his desk as she scanned the room.

Her gaze fell on the bookshelf she'd accidentally opened before. The thought of the hidden passage sparked a thrill in her, mingled with a hint of dread.

She approached it cautiously, running her hand along the spines of the books. She ran her fingers over a random book, and to her surprise, the familiar click echoed again.

Raelynn sucked in a sharp breath at the unexpected noise. The bookshelf shifted with a soft creak, exposing the shadowy passage behind it. She froze, staring at the dark gap, her heartbeat speeding up.

"Guess this is it," she whispered to herself, half-joking, half-serious.

Raelynn stood frozen for a moment, her fingers resting on the edge of the bookshelf. The passage seemed to invite her forward, a quiet challenge she wasn't sure she could resist.

Her pulse thundered in her ears, and she swallowed hard, a nervous excitement bubbling in her chest.

With everything going on, I almost forgot about this, she thought, her eyes remained glued to the dark opening, as if it held a spell over her. Finding the secret passage had felt like a small, curious moment back then, just another oddity in this huge house. But between meeting Axel, Elion acting weird, her own health struggles, and constant battle to keep herself together, it had slipped to the back of her mind.

Until now.

"Am I really doing this?" she said under her breath, glancing back to ensure no one was around. Certain she was alone, she turned back to the opening, her expression tight with resolve. The hallway was still and silent, as though holding its breath. Explore it? Or walk away?

A part of her wanted to run back to her room and pretend she hadn't found it again. But another part—stronger and louder—itched to know what lay beyond the opening. Was it just a storage area? A hidden room? Or something more…

Her hand stopped just shy of touching the dark entrance, torn between the urge to explore and the need to play it safe. "Just a peek."

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With her heart thudding, she moved into the passage, the quiet groan of the door fading away. Time to see what secrets this house is hiding.