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

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Two days later

The new dwelling was in a bunker with artificial lights and metal walls, a small bed in the corner, a flat bench in another, a small kitchen with a burner and a sink, and a tiny bathroom with a shower stall and a strange-looking device she assumed was a toilet. It was a small living space, but it was private, and it was clean.

After Xul and the others had deposited them there, Rokan had gone off to develop the serum while Xul and Crex had gone to go through the data and weapons they’d collected. Xul appeared sure they would find a lot more valuable information along with the clip of the Arois male they held in captivity.

By the time Rokan had returned with the healing serum, she’d already cleaned as many of Kyro’s wounds as she could and removed his bloodied garments.

Now he was resting.

He still hadn’t regained consciousness yet but Rokan had assured her that was to be expected. Kyro had shifted into what Rokan had referred to as his “battle form.” It was a shift that used a lot of energy, so Kyro’s injuries weren’t the only thing that had drained him.

It’d been two days, but he was still recovering and hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

Heading to the small kitchen, Evren smoothed down the potato sack she was wearing. It was the only set of clothes provided down there in the bunker. Stooping, she rifled through the receptacles under the burner till she found one shaped like a pot. There was a box on the floor with packets of things she had no idea about, but she looked through them anyway. She was going to make Kyro something warm for when he awoke. A broth maybe. And if he didn’t awaken today, then she’d just drink it.

There was a packet with something that looked like preserved vegetables. Rising with that one, she rested it on the small counter then filled the pot with water from the sink, humming as she did.

Her spirits were light this morning. Or at least, she assumed it was morning. She didn’t know what time of day it was. The light in the bunker was always on and she never opened the door to head for the outside.

Smiling to herself, she began to hum louder, a song that wasn’t really a song, just a collection of random sounds that vibrated against her throat.

It made the place seem less lonely. It was always so quiet with Kyro asleep.

She should go check on him. The water looked like it was going to take a while to boil anyway.

Humming as she turned to step back into the bedroom/living area, her heart almost jumped out of her chest as she saw Kyro standing there.

His frame filled the doorway, as he leaned against it, looking at her. She hadn’t even realized he’d come awakened. Those imperceptible steps of his meant he glided across the floor without so much as a sound, even though he was ill.

“Kyro,” she breathed, her eyes traveling down his frame. He was naked. Utterly and completely naked and he hadn’t bothered to try and cover himself. When he’d been under the sheets, she hadn’t had the luxury her eyes were receiving at that moment but now he was standing there, looking almost completely healed and outright gorgeous.

“Evren,” he answered.

They stared at each other for a few moments, neither daring to move, and then she was throwing herself against him to wrap her arms around his neck. Burying her face against his chest, she allowed her relief to flow through her. “You’re back.”

“I was always here.”

“Don’t be a smartypants.” She giggled. “I thought I’d lost you for a second there on the ship.”

His chin touched the crown of her head as he inhaled deeply. “Never,” he murmured.

As she eased off him, his gray eyes almost overpowered her. They were so bright, vivid—she hadn’t expected him to have such strength when he’d woken up.

She was staring at him, her eyes traveling over his features, when she noticed his skin began to change back to gray, shifting to the form she’d first known him as, his Borxclan form.

“Why are you changing?” Her voice was a whisper because it felt as if she couldn’t speak. There was a gravity in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“For you.”

Evren searched his eyes some more. “You don’t need to. Don’t change.” She watched the shift almost pause as she spoke. “Please.”

It took a few seconds for him to go back to his true, dark green form.

“I prefer you like this,” she whispered, her eyes moving over his features as her hand moved to brush over the new bone structure of his face. “This is you.”

His throat moved but he said nothing. Instead, his arms encircled her, pulling her closer to him.

“You were hurt?” It was his turn for his eyes to scour her face and she found herself smiling at his inquiry.

“Only on the inside.” At his immediate frown, she continued. “Hurt because you were hurt.”

She continued letting her fingers move over his face, running down the wide bridge of his nose as her eyes fell to his lips. “My heart was hurt. My stomach clenched...” she raised her eyes to his “...you gave up everything for me.”

“I only did what I needed to do.”

“No,” she shook her head, “you didn’t. You did more. You could have watched that thing rape me. You didn’t need to intervene and almost get yourself killed. But you did.”

His gaze had gone thunderous at the mention of the Tasqal and what the beast had almost done.

“You gave up everything for me,” she whispered, before swallowing hard. “You love me.”

Kyro blinked but he didn’t look away. Instead, the rage that had fired his eyes slowly went away to be replaced with a sort of torment she’d seen before. It was the same look he’d given her when they’d said goodbye outside of her apartment.

“You love me,” she said with surety this time. “And...I want