Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5)

by A. G. Wilde

  “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 could see the shock registered on his face as well.

  There was a man on the floating slab.

  A man that looked exactly like Kyro’s brother, Yce.

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  “This,” the Tasqal was now grinning openly, “is the extent of my power.”

  Evren stared in horror at the body on the slab.

  Was the male even alive?

  He looked exactly like Yce except that instead of long flowing hair, his white hair was cut shorter, possibly to shoulder length. He had similar markings all across his body as Yce did and in the light of the bridge, they seemed to glow and pulse.

  Her horror mounted when it was evident that he was not only restrained by the wires she saw but they were attached to his head as well, boring into his skull.

  A growl left Kyro.

  “What are you doing to him?”

  The Tasqal tilted his head. “Isn’t it obvious?” He paused, moving closer to the male on the slab. “We’ve found a way to harness this species’ psionic talent.” He laughed as if delighted with himself. “We scanned the city when we were on the ground.” He turned to Kyro then, a gleam in his dark eyes. “It is how we found you...heard your plans...waited for you.”

  She could feel the color drain from her face.

  The man on the slab was a slave.

  They were using his abilities, most likely against his will. It was just as they’d done to Kyro and his kind. They were doing it again, only to another species.

  Her eyes flew to Kyro’s and the rage and turmoil there was evident.

  “Don’t give up yourself,” she spoke. “Don’t do it for me. This is proof enough that it will never end. Kyro, I don’t—” Another sharp pain in her shoulder had her crying out as her vision blacked out for a second.

  “Bring them.” The High Tasqal spoke and she felt herself being pulled somewhere.

  They were leaving the bridge.

  “Enough of this time-wasting. My cock aches.”

  Another of the dry-retches made her body heave.

  No.

  No no no no no.

  They reached where they were going far too quickly, and she was thrown on something soft. A bed she supposed.

  As she tried to fight to get away, one of the guards pressed his knee into her stomach, preventing her from escaping.

  Her arms were spread, her legs opened, and her ankles and wrists restrained.

  The position was not lost on her. She was a sacrifice to the hideous beast.

  Off in the corner, Kyro was still being restrained by about five guards, his gaze so vividly full of rage it didn’t even seem as if she was looking into the same eyes she was used to gazing into. The same eyes that had looked at her with such love and adoration.

  His eyes now were full of such hatred, it made even the hairs on her arms stand on end.

  She was aware of movement in front of the bed and a flash of white falling.

  The Tasqal was disrobing.

  She couldn’t look. She couldn’t watch him as he crawled over her to take her.

  Struggling against the restraints, they burned into her flesh as she pulled and tugged at them.

  Fuck.

  Turning her face away from Kyro, she shut her eyes tight.

  She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t face him while she was being defiled.

  A low moan of pleasure rumbled from the Tasqal as he looked her over. “Disrobe her.”

  A lump formed in her throat, but no tears came.

  She could do this. She could endure this. She would...just like when she’d been lost in that forest, when all hope had left her, she’d still found her strength.

  She could do that now.

  She would.

  And they would find a way out of this. She had to hold on to that wish.

  As one of the guards approached the bed a thunderous roar echoed through the room and she was mildly aware of the guard who was approaching freezing mid-motion as he stared at something behind her. There was a strange sound of bones popping and skin stretching.

  She’d heard that sound before.

  Another roar had her turning her head to look back in the direction where the guards held Kyro and her breath caught in her throat. The guards that were holding him were thrown to the floor, all clambering to get out of the way as a huge creature rose between them.

  Evren’s mouth opened and went slack as she watched the creature grow right in front of her eyes. It was a dark green thing with huge arms of bulging muscles. On each forearm was what looked like razor-sharp machetes made out of bone. Its entire body looked hard, as it if had some kind of natural armor. It looked like a nine-foot beefed-up version of Kyro and for a moment, panic flooded her as she glanced around the floor, looking for him.

  As the guards scrambled back, their surprised cries filling the room, the creature locked its gray eyes with her.

  Her heart did a wondrous thump.

  “Kyro?” she whispered.

  He was moving then, grabbing one guard and throwing him across the room so hard you’d think the guard had the weight of a child’s doll. With a thwack, she
heard the guard’s spine crumble.

  Another guard raised his blaster and shot, one, two, three times, each shot connecting with Kyro’s body. But he didn’t stop moving. Faster than he should be able to move with such bulk, he reached the guard with the blaster and wrenched the weapon out of the guard’s hand, throwing it behind him. With a soft thump, the weapon landed on the bed beside her and the sound of bone breaking filled the room as the guard yelped.

  He was quickly silenced with a heavy foot to the skull.

  “Get him!” the Tasqal screeched and a deafening alarm began to sound on the ship.

  Struggling against the restraints, Evren tried to free herself. With Kyro as a distraction, maybe it would give her enough time, but whatever she was restrained with wouldn’t budge.

  Stretching for the blaster that had been thrown on the bed, her fingers brushed the smooth metal, but there was no way for her to grasp it.

  Shit!

  As the shock of Kyro’s change began to wear off, several of the guards rushed his way. Using the blades on his arms, he sliced through them, their bodies falling to the ground one after the other.

  Much too quickly, there was a sudden silence in the room, the only sound being that of the High Tasqal’s huge breaths.

  Her eyes fell on the Tasqal. Now disrobed, she could see more of its body and bile rose in her mouth.

  The fluid-filled sores were all over its large body. Rolls and rolls of fat hung down and she was happy she couldn’t see much from the position she was in.

  But she could see enough to watch Kyro’s arms close around the Tasqal’s neck as he lifted the beast into the air.

  Slamming the Tasqal’s body against the wall, Kyro let out a deafening roar.

  As her ears readjusted, she heard the Tasqal’s laughter. Was there ever a time the asshole didn’t laugh?

  “You are a Vorti,” it said, its laugh beginning to get more hysterical. “A Vorti! Oh, you precious beast! Now I understand why you were offering yourself instead of the paltry human.”

  Kyro roared again.

  “You,” the Tasqal’s dark eyes focused on Kyro. “I have heard tales of your species. To think you have been in our grasp for so long.”

  “You,” Kyro growled. “It was a sad mistake the day you decided to try to take her away from me. Your people took everything from me once. It will never happen again.” He pushed the Tasqal further into the wall. “She is mine. You don’t get her smiles or her cries, her pleasure or her pain. But most of all, you don’t get her freedom. She,” his arms seemed to tighten around the Tasqal farther, “belongs” and farther “to me.”

  “I cann m-make adeal,” the Tasqal sputtered.

  She could sense Kyro’s rage increase even with his back turned to her.

  Reaching for a blade from one of the fallen guards slumped against the wall, Kyro pointed the sharp edge at the Tasqal’s skull.

  “Deal with this.”

  The blade slid home, going straight through the Tasqal’s skull and piercing the wall behind. It took a second for the light to die in the Tasqal’s black pool that he called eyes.

  Kyro turned then, his eyes on her and he was by her side in the next second.

  As he released her restraints, she could only blink up at him, unable to find the words yet having so much to say.

  He released her just in time because the doors suddenly opened, and a new set of guards appeared. They took one look at Kyro before their gazes drifted to the Tasqal hanging by his own skull against the wall, as well as the crumpled bodies of their comrades.

  “Oh qrak,” one in the back murmured.

  Blasters raised; they began firing just as Kyro dived to cover her body with his. Even as she screamed at the sudden assault, she could feel his body jerk as the laser bullets hit him in the back.

  In one movement, he rolled her from the bed, shielding her with his body as he rested her against the floor before rising, his face the exact vision of rage. As he moved forward, he took out the first guard in his path.

  Her heart was beating hard in her chest as she glanced around, looking for something or some way she could help. She wasn’t about to sit by while they tried to kill the man she loved.

  As the sounds of battle echoed all around her, she spotted the blaster that had been thrown on the bed and she grabbed it. There was a depression where the trigger would be on a normal gun. Pointing it away from her, she put her finger against the depression and applied some pressure.

  A blast hit the bed, creating a deep hole in the material and her body was thrown backward with the recoil.

  Guess she knew how to use it then.

  She was up on legs that were getting stronger, she gripped the blaster as she stepped over bodies strewn along the floor.

  In the little time it had taken her to acquaint herself with the weapon, the fight had moved to the corridor.

  She’d had no idea so many guards had been on the ship. Bodies upon lifeless bodies filled the floor. As the door opened, she had to duck out of the way as an arm came hurtling through the air. She would have been shocked to see it if it didn’t happen so suddenly, but her mind didn’t get the time to think about the fact that a dismembered body part had just flown by her head. Instead, her attention fell on Kyro.

  One after the other, he took out the guards that attacked. Some used blasters, others used swords, but whatever the method of attack, he took them down.

  As she tried to rush toward him, it was evident he was hurt. His movements were becoming sluggish.

  He was covered in blood. His blood or his attackers’, she did not know. All she knew was that he was hurt, and she needed to help.

  She must have made a sound because, in all the chaos, Kyro turned to look her way.

  “Stay back!”

  Nope. Sorry babe.

  This wasn’t his fight alone.

  A door opened beside her and a guard rushed out. Gripping the blaster, she fired, not bothering to try and aim.

  She pressed the trigger as many times as she could, till the guard was standing no more.

  The sound of the firing caught the attention of another guard coming down the corridor and she did the same, depressing the trigger as quickly as she could.

  That one she cut down in just three shots.

  A door opened to the side behind Kyro and another guard appeared, blade raised to bury it deep into Kyro’s back.

  “Hey!” she shouted, catching the attacker’s attention for just long enough for him to look her way. Pointing the blaster, she pulled the trigger, bracing against the wall as the shot burst forth and she emptied the cartridge.

  The guard’s body fell.

  Throwing that blaster to the ground, she grabbed another one lying close by.

  More guards began streaming out of the doors and something kicked into gear within her.

  Her eyes locked on Kyro.

  He was fighting for her.

  He hadn’t left her for dead.

  And most importantly, he’d given away his lifelong secret just for her. No one could survive.

  They all knew what he was now.

  Call it survival instinct, call it adrenaline, call it the power of love—she didn’t know what it was. All she knew was that something fierce was channeling through her.

  Getting to her feet, she fired at an incoming guard.

  They were going to survive this.

  And they would survive it together.

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  It was only when he reached close to the bridge that the last of the guards was taken out. His chest heaved as his breaths came barreling through his body.

  He was wounded, he could feel it. Yet, he couldn’t shift out of his current form.

  Not yet.

  Protect her.

  He needed to protect her.

  He had to keep fighting.

  As he stumbled along the corridor, he could barely make out the sound of a soft, feminine voice beside him.

  Turning his head, he felt her
body against his as she tried to help him support his weight.

  He stumbled once more, his feet almost giving way and she stumbled along with him, his weight pulling her down.

  He needed to stop moving or he would hurt her.

  Leaning against the wall of the corridor, he slid along it till he was sitting on the floor.

  “Kyro!” Her voice pierced through his consciousness and judging from the concern on her face as she came into his vision, she had been calling his name for some time.

  “I’m fine.” His eyelids felt heavy as he outstretched his hand towards her. Brushing his finger against her cheek, he saw the blood there.

  “You’re hurt,” he murmured, trying to rise. There must be a med bay somewhere. He could get her looked at.

  “Sit! Don’t move.” When he focused back on her, there were tears in her eyes.

  “You...” she began, and her throat moved as she swallowed hard.

  She moved towards him then, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss, and for that brief moment, the world went still. His wounds were nonexistent. Everything was right again. It was just her lips on his, the feel of the one woman who’d awakened what he’d been too scared to face on his own.

  He wasn’t sure which one of them broke the kiss first, only that he was staring into her beautiful eyes.

  Through his heavy eyelids, he could see the strong emotions moving in her eyes.

  “I was an idiot to think I could do without you. An idiot to think there was life without you.” She gripped her hands around his neck as she rested her forehead on his. “I can’t do without you, Kyro. I don’t want to.”

  Grimacing as he lifted his arms, he held her close to him, pressing her soft body into his.

  “Ev-ren...” He groaned.

  “You’re all I need.” She lifted her head, a sniffle leaving her nose.

  It was the exact words he had wanted to hear and the exact words that he dreaded.

  She was easing out of his arms now, and he wanted to protest her leaving.

  “You’re hurt. You’re hurt really bad.” Her wide eyes met his. “Come on.” She stood, trying her best to help him rise.

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “No, you won’t. Now, come. On.” She pulled him again and he rose with reluctance, trying not to put his weight on her once more.