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

must have come into the cave and bitten her when she didn’t expect it. Perking his ears, he tried to listen for the telltale hiss of the creature as his eyes searched the cave, his hearts and mind becoming frantic.

If it bit her, he needed to get the poison out before she became paralyzed or, worse yet, dead.

But they weren’t small things and he could see none in the cave. The sand in the cave wasn’t deep enough for it to burrow underground either.

Gripping her by the waist, he pulled her toward him, ignoring her effort to protest as she gripped her midsection, her eyes pleading with him.

She was in pain. So much pain. And all he could feel was the mounting panic within him.

Drain the poison.

Kill the nester.

Make Song better.

MAKE SONG BETTER.

Pulling at her trousers, he just about pulled them halfway down her buttocks so he could see the wound when her arms gripped his.

“No!”

Confused, his gaze flew to hers and he saw her swallow and cower a bit as if afraid of him.

There was anger in his eyes, yes, but it wasn’t intended for her. He was angry at himself.

He should have checked the cave more thoroughly before leaving so hurriedly earlier.

Now, she was bitten and the poison was already going into her bloodstream, judging from the pain manifesting on her face.

“The poison! I have to get it out!” He knew he was raising his voice but panic was riding his veins. Pulling on the trousers again, it slid over her buttocks but her hands still gripped his.

“No! Stop!” Her voice was trembling and it made his brows furrow. But his eyes weren’t on hers anymore. They were on her buttocks and, from what he could see, there was no bite, no wound, just stained blood.

Confusion setting in, his arms relaxed on her trousers as he stared at the wound…or rather, the lack of one.

Her skin was unbroken.

Did it bite her somewhere else?

He didn’t understand.

“Where is it? Where did it bite you?” His gaze was roving frantically from her, to around the cave, and back again.

He still couldn’t hear the nester. He didn’t even see it.

It was unusual for them to hide once they locked on to their prey. Something must have scared it off. But what?

Didn’t matter.

No matter where it hid, he would find it and slay it.

“Where did what bite me?” She seemed to take his confusion as an opportunity to wriggle away from his grasp, pulling her pants up over her shapely rump in the process.

Cheeks now as red as the blood that stained her skin, she refused to meet his gaze.

“The nester. Where is it?” He tried to speak evenly but there was still adrenaline pumping within his veins and it was hard keeping his tone level. She didn’t know how dangerous nesters were. And if one had bitten her, they were wasting time conversing and not tending to the wound.

He still didn’t hear any hissing. Where the qrak was the bastard? Had it escaped outside?

“The nester, Song. It bit you. The poison—”

“What?”

“The nester. The thing that bit you. It’s poisonous.” He rose in one movement, unsheathing his blade as he stalked toward the cave entrance.

Blood was pumping in his veins, and surfing on it was the urge to avenge her.

He was going to slay the creature and he was going to do it slowly. He would watch it suffer.

“Nester? Nothing bit me. I—I’m not bitten. I’m fine.” Just as she said that, he heard her grunt and he spun just in time to see her crumple on the cave floor again, her face riddled with pain.

He didn’t understand.

She wasn’t bitten?

But she was bleeding and she was in pain.

She harmed herself somehow.

“You’re bleeding.” His hand fell with the blade as he walked back over to her, his free hand outstretched toward her in a movement that was automatic.

It took a few moments before she could focus on him again.

“Yes. But I wasn’t bitten. This is...normal.” Her gaze trailed off as she gathered her legs toward her, almost as if she was trying to make herself as small as possible.

It was something he only saw small prey animals do in the wild on Vaenus and seeing such a response from her tugged at something within him.

Was he making her scared?

And why was she bleeding?

Her explanation only left him more confused.

“This is not normal.” He sheathed his blade as his other hand rested on her thigh. “I have seen your eyes leak before and it is always when you are in pain…or sad.”

Her small frame shuddered as she took a deep breath.

“I know. But, this is normal. At least, for me.”

He still didn’t get it.

How could bleeding and obvious excruciating pain be normal?

He had to admit, there was a lot he didn’t understand about humans. But this?

This was...

Incomprehensible.

“Why? How? How can this be normal?”

She sunk even further into herself as she replied but he didn’t catch what she said.

“Song?”

Lifting her eyes to his, the pain, distress and obvious embarrassment shone through her dark irises.

“I said,” she paused, “my body is fucking punishing me because I’m not pregnant.”

Huh?

The world seemed to swirl a little as he stared at her, unable to word a response. For though she had said a full sentence, all he seemed to be able to remember was one word.

Pregnant.

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It took a while to explain to him that she wasn’t pregnant.

She didn’t know why that was the one thing he seemed to get from all that and despite that his overall response was confusing, she was more overwhelmed by the embarrassment of the whole situation.

“It happens every month. It’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

She could see that he was confused. He still didn’t understand that it was just her period.

Maybe women of his kind didn’t have periods?

As he stooped in silence watching her, waiting for more of an explanation, Song sighed.

Could this situation be more uncomfortable? She could feel her cheeks were flaming about as red as the blood that covered her trousers and