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

This slimy asshole. He was really going to use her as a hostage?

He had a surprise coming.

“Let me go, M’Agunt.” It was hard breathing when he was cutting off her oxygen. Even as he tried to back away, his grip was tightening, probably from his own fear.

“Let me go!”

“I will do no such thing,” M’Agunt breathed. “It was an unlucky day when you came on the base. First, I cut a tentacle trying to cut some material for you and then I get a call from His Excellence to track you. And I did it.” He laughed. It was a high-pitched sound as if he was now losing his mind. “I did it. I followed. Tried to get you to trust me. All the while worrying each sun cycle whether I’d be found out and executed.”

His voice suddenly got eerily low as he moved backward, trying to put distance between him and the guards. “I will not die because your species have soft, wet cunts that the Tasqals find favorable!”

That said, he began laughing again, the high-pitched sounds making her ears hurt.

It was getting hard to breathe but she knew there was probably no reasoning with him at the moment. And she wasn’t going to beg.

He was still moving backward with her in his grasps and she was barely aware that there was still a fight going on around them with the yeti-men trying to save their own lives.

The remainder of the guards who were not fighting the yetis must have parted from behind M’Agunt, giving him space to walk backward, because no one attacked him from that direction.

Shit.

Did he really think that meant he was going to win though?

They weren’t going to win. One of them was going to die and it wouldn’t be her. She wasn’t going to just let him choke her to death because he was a coward piece of shit.

Clutching the cutting instrument in her hand, she pressed the button to activate the blade.

“Fuck you, M’Agunt.” Her words came out low and raspy as she brought her arm back and buried the blade into M’Agunt’s side.

With a sudden howl, M’Agunt released her and she was flung to the ground.

As she struggled to get up, her legs protesting with weakness, the sounds of the fight behind her began to slowly die.

Shit.

The two yetis must be losing.

Shit shit shit shit.

She was right, for when she turned her head to glance behind her, she saw that one of the yeti-men was down, his red blood staining his snow-white coat.

She was hardly able to blink before strong arms encircled her arms and she was being lifted by two gator guards.

“Let me go!”

She struggled against them to no avail. They were much too strong for her. Much too strong. And her body was weak. Weak, weak, weak.

Fucking M’Agunt. If he hadn’t been so easy to please she’d still have her strength.

As they brought her forward, they stepped over something bloodied, limbless, and purple on the ground.

It took her a few moments to recognize what it was and the horror of it made her stomach turn.

They’d removed all of M’Agunt’s limbs and left him there to bleed to death. She only knew he was still alive because his bloodied eye moved as his agony-filled gaze followed her.

“Let me go!” she screamed again, thrashing in their arms even though she knew it wouldn’t yield favorable results.

The sight of M’Agunt was burned in her brain. He was an evil she was happy she didn’t get the chance to know just how much. But for him to die like that was horrific, to say the least.

What kind of being would sanction such a thing?

As her eyes rose to the ship she was approaching, her gaze caught the High Tasqal standing at the top in front of the large doors.

She could feel his eyes on her...hear its laughter in its throat.

That’s just it. She knew what sort of being would do such evil...she was looking right at him.

If the devil was real, he was it.

Fear gripped her.

Was this it? Was this how she was going to finally die?

And before she’d had a chance to tell him a proper goodbye...

The image of Kyro flashed in her mind as tears welled in her eyes.

He probably didn’t even know what had happened to her. He probably thought she’d left for the Hub. He’d never find out that she’d turned back for him.

He’d never know how much she cared.

39

The ride to Klepna 89 took forever but he was finally there.

Kyro straightened against the side of a cargo ship, his eyes and ears peeled for any disturbances that would give his position away.

He reckoned that M’Agunt had docked about three hours before he arrived. If he wasn’t quick enough, he wouldn’t make it before the tradeoff was completed.

On the far end of the dock was one Tasqal ship, its white outer surface making it shine among the other dull-looking ships.

It wasn’t hard to spot.

Clenching his jaw, he made his way through the shadows.

The only beings hovering around the docked ships on this end would be engineers. Still, the fewer people that saw him the better.

He was alone. The element of surprise was one of his weapons.

As he moved through the dock, he kept his eyes to the skies as well, noting the arriving shuttles.

Even though Klepna 89 was a lawless planet, he had doubted the Tasqals would arrive in one of their official vessels. But they had. His so-called Excellence didn’t seem to care even though he was working alongside a member of the Restitution.

After all, M’Agunt’s allegiance to them was still not known to the rebel alliance.

If word got out, M’Agunt would not be able to return to the base.

He assumed the Tasqals needed as many spies as they could get, but apparently, Tracki didn’t care about M’Agunt.

That meant he needed to keep alert.

The Tasqals could never be trusted. There was no telling what Tracki was really up to.

As he neared the large ship, the