Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5) by A.G. Wilde (most important books of all time txt) 📗

what was out there, but she was sure of one thing: M’Agunt had suddenly perked up, his grin widening and his face expectant.

Fuck.

The Tasqal.

It had to be the Tasqal approaching.

The yeti-aliens set her down and she almost fell on her face, falling to her knees instead.

She needed to do something. She needed to run at least.

Her legs were free. She was no longer restrained.

They must have freed her while her brain was being manipulated.

She guessed they didn’t expect her to try to escape?

Maybe because her legs still felt like jelly.

Trying to rise again was a no-go.

It was the sounds of boots hitting the ground that made her raise her head to find that they were surrounded with what looked like twenty or so tall aliens that looked like alligators walking upright. The gator-guards.

Fuck.

The last time she’d seen those guards she’d been on an alien slave ship praying to God that she didn’t die or get eaten.

Seeing them again was like witnessing the end of days.

And she was on her knees.

Forcing herself to stand, the pressure on her legs was almost too much and she fought not to fall. But she refused to be on her knees in front of the Tasqal.

She would never bow to it.

Whatever the patch had done to her better wear off quickly because if there was any hope for escape, she’d need her body fully functional.

As the last of the footfalls fell, there was silence. An unnatural silence, as if everyone around her was holding their breath.

It didn’t take her long to see why.

Above them, descending from the ramp of the docked vessel, was a large toad-like beast. Its robes of white were gleaming with jewels and it had a smug look on its strange face.

This, she assumed, was the His Excellence she’d heard so much about.

Even though the Tasqals looked like overgrown toads, this one held an air of superiority that she could feel in the air.

As it approached, the sound of bubbles popping filled the space.

That sound.

It was laughing. How could she have forgotten the disgusting sound of its laughter. Hearing it again was giving her flashbacks of being in a room full of Tasqals and being auctioned. Their bubble-popping-like laughter had filled the space then as this Tasqal’s laughter was filling the space now.

It made the hairs on her arms stand on end.

“My precious.” It took her a few moments for her to realize it was referring to her as it drew closer and she felt her lips curl with disgust.

“His Excellence.” M’Agunt dipped his head. “It is a blessing being in your presence.”

Ignoring M’Agunt, the Tasqal walked straight toward her, his white robes hovering just above the ground. “My precious. How I longed for you,” the High Tasqal said, his large dark eyes moving slowly over her body.

She didn’t realize she was backing up till she bumped into a hard, hairy chest.

Glancing behind her, she realized one of the yeti-men blocked her way.

Behind the Tasqal, M’Agunt bowed repeatedly, two of his tentacles outstretched, with the lighter side up, a grin on his face.

Slimy piece of shit. What a kiss-ass.

He deserved to be turned into sushi.

“She looks...lucid.” The Tasqal turned to M’Agunt as he said the last word and she swore M’Agunt paled.

“I used the memory-chaser on her, oh Great One. The jekin’s mind is frail. Do not misinterpret the look in her eyes. She is broken. I saw to it.”

It was a pity M’Agunt didn’t look her way because her eyes were narrowed to such slits, they could cut him.

The Tasqal paused a few steps away from her, and another chill ran down her spine.

He was just staring at her and with eyes so dark, she had no idea what he was thinking.

“You took care to not be followed?” the Tasqal finally asked, looking directly at her as he did.

It seemed the question was directed at her, but she knew that he was talking to M’Agunt.

“Yes, your Excellence.”

“Goood.” The way he pulled out the word made her shiver once more and she wasn’t sure if he saw her shiver or whether something else pleased him but as soon as the word left his lips the bubble-popping sound of his laughter echoed in his throat.

“Kill them.”

It took a second for his words to click and apparently, the two yetis and M’Agunt had the same delay.

“Y-your excellence.” M’Agunt raised his head a little. “I thought you wanted to keep the human—I don’t care either way but the Kleeba are my hired men. I paid a lot for their allegiance.”

The Kleeba she assumed were the yeti-men because they both grunted at M’Agunt’s proclamation—a sound that didn’t come off as them agreeing.

“It would be...highly disadvantageous for me if you killed them,” M’Agunt finished.

The bubble-popping sound grew loud as the Tasqal turned slightly to regard M’Agunt.

“You misunderstand,” the Tasqal said. “You die too.”

It took a second before M’Agunt’s face dropped, fear plastered over his pupils.

“Y-Your Excellence, I—”

“Bring the human to my quarters,” the Tasqal finally said before turning. “Get her cleaned before you do. She smells like dirty Kleeba.”

The yeti-men grunted again.

At his words, the High Tasqal turned and headed toward his ship as the gator-guards converged on their small group.

Evren gulped.

It was now or never. She needed to get away because shit was about to go down.

The first spray of blood hit her cheek as one of the gator-guard’s fists connected with one of the yeti men. The yeti’s roar that came next almost made her go deaf.

Panic flooding through her veins, Evren glanced around, looking for a space between the approaching guards where she could make a break for it.

Reaching for the cutting instrument nestled against her spine underneath her blouse, she grasped the handle just as two tentacles circled her shoulder.

A yelp left her lips as she was pulled forward, M’Agunt’s tentacles like a death grip on her skin as he put her in front of him.

Another of his tentacles tightened around her neck.

“Come any closer and I will kill the jekin.”

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