My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 56: Fractured Comforts

The car pulled into the driveway of Elion's massive estate, the tires making a soft crunch against the gravel. The mansion stood tall, its impressive size highlighted by the silvery moonlight. Inside the car, Elion glanced at Raelynn, who remained nestled in his arms, her face pale and her breathing shallow. His chest tightened.

He didn't wait for the driver to open the door. Carefully, he shifted her in his arms and stepped out, cradling her close as though she might break if he wasn't careful. The cool night air brushed against them, but Elion's focus remained fixed solely on her.

"Almost there," he murmured, more to himself than to Raelynn. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, but she didn't respond.

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The front doors of the house opened as he approached. The soft sound of laughter and the faint hum of music greeted him, remnants of Sloane's usual lively evening.

Sloane was sprawled on the couch in the living room, a book in hand and a glass of wine on the table beside her. She looked up at the sound of footsteps and grinned. "Well, well, look who's back. You—" Her words faltered, and her expression shifted from amusement to alarm as she took in Raelynn's condition and Elion's grim face.

"What happened?" she asked, dropping her book and standing quickly.

Elion's gaze was sharp, a silent warning that cut through the air like a blade. "She needs care. Now."

Sloane's lips pressed into a tight line, the playful spark in her eyes replaced with something more serious. "Right. Bring her this way."

As they hurried through the hall, the commotion drew Hera out from another room. She appeared at the top of the staircase, her brows furrowed in concern. "What's going on?"

Sloane glanced back at her. "Help me with Raelynn. Something happened."

Hera's eyes widened, and she hurried down the stairs, her steps quick and light. "What do you need me to do?"

Elion didn't pause to answer. He carried Raelynn down the hall to a room that looked more like a private clinic, with all clean lines and bright, sterile walls. It was a space he had designed for emergencies, though he hadn't imagined it would be used like this.

He placed Raelynn gently on the cushioned bed in the center of the room. She groaned softly, her body shifting as her eyes fluttered open.

"Raelynn," Hera said softly, her face inches from Raelynn's. "Can you hear me?"

Raelynn's gaze flickered between Hera and Sloane, their worried faces hovering above her. She blinked slowly, her voice barely a whisper. "What... where—?"

"You're safe now," Sloane said, her tone unusually gentle. She glanced over her shoulder at Elion, who was standing near the door, his jaw tight.

Elion's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, glancing at the screen before answering. His words came out short and quiet as he spoke. "Yes. I'm already home. Something happened." Without another word, he stepped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Raelynn watched him leave, her chest tightening. She wanted to call out to him, to ask him to stay, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she turned her focus to Sloane and Hera, who were bustling around the room.

"Raelynn," Sloane said, her tone more serious now. "What happened? Tell us everything."

Raelynn hesitated, her throat dry. The memories were still fresh, vivid enough to make her stomach churn. "This man..." She swallowed hard. "He ripped my hair. Pushed me to the floor. I couldn't..."

Her voice cracked, and Hera placed a reassuring hand on her arm. "It's okay. Take your time."

Sloane's expression darkened, her usual sharp wit replaced with a cold fury. "The bastard." She turned to Hera. "Get the antiseptic and a damp cloth. We need to clean her up."

Hera nodded and moved quickly to gather the supplies. Meanwhile, Sloane pulled up a chair and sat beside Raelynn, her touch surprisingly gentle as she brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "You're safe now, okay? We've got you."

Raelynn nodded weakly, her heart aching. She let her eyes drift closed, but all she could think about was Elion. She missed the way his warmth had enveloped her, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.

Hera returned with a tray of supplies, setting it on the table beside the bed. "Here," she said, handing Sloane a cloth.

"Hold this," Sloane instructed, passing Raelynn a small ice pack. "For your head. Hera, give me the gauze."

As they worked, they moved quickly but carefully, and Raelynn just stayed still, too exhausted to do more than watch.

"Lift your arm for me," Sloane said, her voice softer now.

Raelynn obeyed, wincing slightly as Sloane examined a faint bruise near her elbow. "It's not too bad," Sloane muttered. "Just a scrape. Hera, hand me the ointment."

"Here," Hera said, passing it over. She glanced at Raelynn, her eyes full of concern. "Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous?"

"A little," Raelynn admitted.

"That's normal," Sloane said, dabbing the ointment onto the scrape. "You've been through a lot."

As they continued to treat her injuries, the door opened, and Elion stepped back in. He kept his emotions hidden, but his shoulders were tight, holding a stress that hadn't been there earlier. He slipped his phone into his pocket, his gaze flickering briefly to Raelynn before settling on Sloane.

"I need to leave," he stated flatly, his tone making it clear he meant it.

Sloane straightened, her brows knitting together. "Leave? Now?"

"Yes," Elion said, his eyes briefly meeting Raelynn's. "Make sure she's taken care of."

Raelynn's heart sank. She opened her mouth to speak, to ask him to stay, but the words caught in her throat.

"Elion—" Sloane began, but he was already turning toward the door.

"I'll be back," he said, his voice softer now. Then he was gone, the door closing behind him with a quiet finality.

Raelynn stared at the door, her heart heavy with an ache she didn't fully understand. She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion pull her under as Sloane and Hera continued their work.