Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4) by A.G. Wilde (ebook reader with built in dictionary .txt) 📕

The fact that he was an alien and she was on an alien world was going to take some getting used to.

The pain in her head throbbed and she squeezed her eyes tighter. She must have hit her head pretty badly. When she’d come to inside the escape pod, he’d had a panicky look on his face that even a non-alien could have recognized. But that look had been quickly wiped from his features to be replaced with a look she couldn’t read.

The first time he’d flown with her, he’d grasped her around the waist, lifted her into his arms, and flown over the battle below them as his friends and the other human women had fought their way out of the slave ship.

She didn’t know why he hadn’t left her to defend herself. The other human women had been putting up a fight. And they were no longer trapped in a cell together. He didn’t have to offer her comfort anymore and he certainly didn’t have to offer her any protection.

He didn’t know her and he certainly had no reason to care.

Nevertheless, as the shock of what was happening around her had caused her to freeze, all she knew was that she was swept above the chaos and brought to a shuttle for safety and extraction. He didn’t seem concerned that his friends were fighting. He’d seemed confident in their abilities to not get killed. As a matter of fact, the one thing she remembered clearly was the intense focus on his face as he had taken her above and away from the fight.

Now, as he held her close, the familiarity of his warm skin against her cheek made her swallow hard.

Somehow, it felt different being held like this now. Back on the slave ship, when she’d allowed him to come close and she’d snuggled into his arms, her mind had been frayed. Everything had been scary, everything horrible, everything much worse than she could have ever imagined.

From the horrible, reptilian guards that looked like alligators walking upright, to the slugs that were in charge, to the big, fat toads with cysts all over their bodies, every single alien she’d seen had been terrifying.

Every single one except him.

He was the first one that had looked even remotely human.

She wasn’t very religious but he looked like a tennin, an angel if you like, with his wings wide and iridescent. In her state of shock back then, the image had been comforting.

She’d been in a state of panic as the horrible guards that looked like walking gators had forced her to watch things she’d rather forget.

It was a form of torture she had never experienced before. The first time they’d activated the wall at the back of the cell, so she could see what was happening on the other side, everything from her last meal on Earth had vacated her stomach.

A big, bulbous toad-like alien had been on the other side, its long white robes discarded as it had thrust inside a human female. The woman had been tied up, unable to move, her legs splayed as the monstrosity had taken pleasure from between her thighs.

The woman’s screams had been jarring at first as she’d begged to be spared, remnants of the mascara she’d been wearing before she’d been abducted running down her cheeks. But the toad hadn’t stopped. It had kept on going and others had joined it. Over and over they’d used her until there was nothing left.

When they finally released her body from the constraints, she’d fallen to the ground, limp.

She could still see the image replay in her head and it made her shudder.

She’d lived in fear as the rape and torture went on for days on end, a new woman each day, and each day it had ended the same.

She’d been forced to watch, the gator-guards holding her head towards the screen and forcing her eyes open even as she too had she’d begged and cried.

The torture wouldn’t stop.

One of those same toads had bought her and she’d been sure she would end up like one of those women. She’d been sure of it.

Her only respite had been him. Her guardian angel. Kyris.

When they’d release him from the shackles that held him chained each day, he’d approach her and let her cling to him.

He’d been the only thing that had kept her sane.

That and the lullaby her mother used to sing.

Now, as he soared above the surface, she shuddered in his arms. The wind was picking up but that wasn’t the cause for the shudder. Her thoughts were still on the chaos they’d left behind.

Nevertheless, his arms held her closer still and she couldn’t help but keep her eyes closed and relax against him.

At least, for a little, things were going to be alright.

6

He was right.

A sandstorm had been brewing.

He could see it approaching from the north and it was coming in fast.

There was little he could do about it.

He still hadn’t managed to find a suitable rock face, so sheltering in a cave was out of the question.

As he circled another set of rocks, he eyed the fast-approaching storm. It was going to reach them before he could find a cave. No doubt about it.

Glancing down at his human—no, the human—, he found her dark eyes on him and her gaze caused a jitter to run down his spine.

Dark hair…dark eyes…

He hadn’t realized she’d been watching him.

She didn’t say anything, but he could see the slight worry in her gaze.

It was a look that he immediately wished he could tear away and the thought made him want to have a conversation with himself. But he had to tackle one problem at a time.

“What’s that sound?” she whispered, her eyes searching what she could see of their surroundings.

“Something insignificant.” Why was he lying? The sandstorm raging towards them was anything but insignificant. It was a raging wall of dust and particles that rolled with anger assaulting everything in its path.

Even