Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2) by A.G. Wilde (ebook reader that looks like a book .txt) 📕

The latter option should worry him more—only, it didn’t.

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She was flat on her stomach and covered with so many vines and leaves, she could feel their weight on her back.

She’d been the one to string the vines and leaves together to resemble a ghillie suit—only, it was more like a blanket. It’d been part of her preparations should a situation like this ever occur and boy was she happy she’d gone through the trouble to do it now.

Fully covered by vines and leaves, she was sure she was as camouflaged as an anaconda in a marsh.

Heart beating hard in her chest, Cleo watched as the alien moved slowly through the undergrowth.

It was like the motherfucker knew exactly where she was.

He was heading right in her direction.

Lying flat on a ledge a few levels above the jungle floor, her eyes tracked the blue alien as he headed up the mountain.

Through the leaves, she spotted something in his hands.

A bone, one that looked suspiciously similar to the bones she’d scattered.

Obviously, her warning didn’t work.

Motherfucker.

Who would willingly walk farther into a place that was littered with bones?

She knew she sure as hell wouldn’t, but maybe this idiot was a psycho and she’d judged him wrong.

Goddamnit.

Shit.

She was running out of options.

On her shoulder, Wawa stiffened, his eyes on the spots of blue peeking out from behind the leaves as the alien moved through the undergrowth.

To her horror, Wawa began moving forward.

Jerking him back, she stared at Wawa in dismay, shaking her head as viciously as she could manage without rustling the bushes.

It was a silent “what-the-fuck-are-you-thinking-sit-yo-ass-down” sort of look.

Wawa paused and blinked at her before settling against her again.

It seemed he understood ‘wide-eye speak’ and Cleo released the breath she’d been holding as smoothly as she could.

Turning her gaze back to the trees below, she looked for the alien again.

For a few seconds, her heart stopped beating when she couldn’t see any blue.

Fuck.

She’d lost him.

Biting her lip, she searched the undergrowth below with frantic movements of her eyes and when she finally spotted the alien male, a lump formed in her throat.

He was closer now.

She could mostly see the top of his dark head as he moved, and she soon realized he was heading in the direction of a particularly dangerous tree.

And she called it dangerous for one reason.

There was a feisty bird that lived in that tree and she only knew because she’d made the mistake of venturing near one too many times.

It was a huge yellow thing that reminded her of Big Bird from Sesame Street. Only, it wasn’t as nice.

It was more of a bitch bird than Big Bird.

The first time she’d made the mistake of going near its tree, the bird had shit on her head. And it wasn’t like normal bird poop. This bird had the ass of a grown man.

It had taken her weeks to get the scent out of her hair.

The second time she’d walked too close, the bird had chased her. And it was HUGE. It almost clawed off her scalp as she ran away.

There hadn’t been a third time.

She’d gotten the point and made sure she never walked close to its home ever again.

Now, the alien neared it and she lost sight of him again, just when he reached near the tree.

Perking her ears, she stopped breathing completely as she listened.

Then she heard a loud screech as the entire tree shook.

A grin split her face.

Maybe she didn’t have to worry about getting rid of the alien herself. Maybe nature would do it for her.

There was another loud screech and the undeniable sound of huge wings flapping.

Then something else happened.

Far, far in the distance, was one of those terrible roars she often heard.

Wawa stiffened.

This time, he didn’t wait. He darted off in the direction of the roar and she had to bite back a shout.

The fuck was happening?

There was thrashing and a chorus of birds squawking as they took flight from the nearby trees. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the roar she’d just heard in the distance or because bitch-bird was currently having blue alien for dinner.

Frozen and unsure what to do, she was sure she heard a shout then a groan.

Both were low, because it was far away, but she was sure that’s what she heard.

Cleo’s eyes widened.

She’d have to find Wawa later.

Hopefully, he hadn’t run toward the sound of that creature and he’d just scented some of the jungle-penguins they both ate for food.

Now, she had bigger things on her plate.

Still, she remained frozen, not daring to move. But as the minutes ticked by and there was no sign of the alien, her confidence grew.

Had…had it worked?

Had the bird really taken the alien down?

Forcing herself to stand, she did what her legs felt suddenly too weak to do.

She crept from the ledge and headed toward the scene of what might well be death by bird.

She’d just have to risk poop falling on her head again just to find out.

Creeping through the bushes as silently as she could, Cleo made her way from the ledge toward bitch-bird’s tree.

She stopped when she was a few meters away from it.

She didn’t want to go closer.

Everything in her body was rebelling, but she had to know if the alien was dead.

Her survival depended on it.

As she peeked through the bushes at the tree, she frowned.

She couldn’t see much but…there was no one there.

Shit.

She’d have to go closer.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled up her invisible big girl pants and crept closer through the bushes.

The blue alien was missing and there was no bird.

Panic flooded her immediately and she wished Wawa was close so she could use his unique senses to tell if anyone was around.

That’s when she heard another groan.

Taking a deep breath, she ventured closer.

Peeking through the leaves, she spotted what she was looking for.

Blue skin contrasted with orange flora and on top of the alien was the huge