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

She almost didn’t recognize Kyro’s voice and when she squeezed her eyes just so the tears could fall so she could see better, the look on his face made something inside her clench.

There was a resoluteness there that hadn’t been there before. It was the kind of look she’d seen in the movies where a soldier was about to sacrifice himself. And, if she was right and that was what he was thinking, she couldn’t let him do it.

“No...” she whispered. Then louder, “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. Don’t do it.”

His eyes never moved from her, but it was clear from his next words that whatever she’d said had gone through both his ears but not his brain.

He wasn’t listening to her.

“Let her go. Take me instead.”

The Tasqal laughed, the thick bubble-popping sounds starting low before they began to boom in the room.

“Take you instead?” The Tasqal laughed. “I have no use for you, Borxclan.”

As suddenly as it began, the Tasqal’s laugh stopped.

“The human though...I have many uses for her.” His tone darkened so much there was no denying his meaning.

Before she could even think it, Kyro launched himself at the Tasqal, wrenching himself from the guards that held him and punching the beast so hard, the Tasqal fell from its chair to the floor.

Chaos ensued.

The guards at the surrounding stations rushed forward, blasters pointed as a few reached for Kyro.

Eyes wide, she didn’t realize she was struggling to get to him until she was jerked backward and another pain shot through her shoulder, causing her to fall to her knees once more, her body still held upright by the guard’s hold on her arms.

But Kyro didn’t need much help. She’d never seen him fight before. She didn’t even know that he could fight but he was taking down the guards one by one as they came at him.

She watched as one was launched straight toward her, crumpling at her feet with a groan of pain as Kyro held the neck of another in his arms. With one twist, he rendered the guard motionless even as more came at him.

She was barely aware of the Tasqal crawling to safety and for once in this messed up situation, she felt a sliver of hope that they would make it out of there alive.

But that was a wish brought forth by mere innocence. That one sliver of hope was quickly cut down as the doors opened and a new set of guards rushed through.

They were piling onto Kyro one after the other and struggle as she might for the two guards holding her to release her, their hands held firm.

Two guards grabbed Kyro’s arms, another guard restrained his head in a headlock, and others had their blasters pointed.

Kyro struggled till he could struggle no more, his gaze moving to her.

There was no winning this.

There was such pain in his eyes. She wondered if he was seeing the same in hers.

From the corner of the room, the Tasqal rose to its feet, its lips oozing something green, which she assumed was its blood.

“You will pay for that,” was all he said before his eyes fell on her, his lips spreading in a slow smile once more as his laughter rumbled in his throat.

“Take her to my quarters,” he said, “and bring the Borxclan too.” His laughter began again. “Let him watch. It has been a while since I’ve had an audience.”

A dry retch made her body lurch forward.

She’d rather die than have that thing touch her.

With renewed energy, she struggled against the guards, even though she knew it wouldn’t help, even though she knew she was struggling relentlessly for nothing. She couldn’t be taken without trying to break free.

“No,” Kyro ground out. “Take me as your prisoner instead.” He paused, gritting his teeth. “I am much more valuable than you think. Put her on a shuttle. Send her back. Promise her safety and I will give you allegiance.”

No. He wasn’t saying what she thought he was saying.

He wasn’t saying he would give himself up, his true self, for her?

“No.” Her eyes bored into his. “Don’t,” she said. “Not for me. Don’t do it for me. It’s not worth it.”

“I’m prepared to do anything...” His words came through gritted teeth as he fought to breathe, the arm around his neck no doubt cutting off his air supply.

It couldn’t end like this.

“No!” It felt as if her throat was closing up. “They can’t be trusted! He’ll screw you over. I just know it. And I don’t want to leave you here. I’d rather die!”

She could see the pain in his eyes at her words.

“I’ve run through the data available. It is the most successful option.”

“Fuck the data, Kyro. I mean it!” Her voice trembled. “I’d rather die. I’m not leaving this ship without you.”

She was breathing so hard, her entire body was rising and falling and for a moment, she felt a calm as she looked into Kyro’s eyes.

For that one moment, it was just him and her. Noone else.

The Tasqal’s bubbly laughter reached her ears then and she was brought back to reality.

“So...fascinating,” it said. “I hope she begs for you like that when she is beneath me, taking me inside her cun—”

Kyro’s roar cut off the next few words and the Tasqal laughed again.

“Tell me,” he walked closer, “are you not wondering how I knew of your presence?”

Kyro’s eyes moved to the Tasqal but he didn’t utter a word.

The Tasqal laughed again and she felt her anger swell.

He reminded her of M’Agunt. His laughs were nothing but evil. There was no good within him. She only could wish he met the same end as his slain minion.

“Show them,” she heard the Tasqal say and the screen in front of the ship suddenly switched to an image.

It was an image of something restrained with wires on a flat floating slab.

Her eyes widened as she saw what it was, her mind trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

Her eyes flew to Kyro’s and she