Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5) by A.G. Wilde (best summer books .txt) 📕

She carried no weapons. Her muscles were questionable.

The only things she fought were pages that stuck together in her science books.

She didn’t belong here. Everyone around her was out there kicking the dickens out of those horrible toads that had abducted her. She, on the other hand, would prefer if she never had to see those toads again.

Her days used to be spent burying her head in data when she wasn’t out studying some strange creature of nature.

She was an ecologist...not a rebel fighter.

Clutching her basket tighter, she tried not to draw attention to herself. Luckily, these were the good guys.

If not for the rebel alliance, she and the other human women would not have been saved from what would have been a life of slavery, torture, and even death.

They’d been lucky and she appreciated all that the good aliens had done for them so far.

Yet, she couldn’t help the feeling that was gnawing in her chest.

She felt...just a bit lost. It was an emotion that made her anxiety levels rise.

Life had been going good for her on Earth.

Great job she’d loved.

Nice house.

Good salary.

She’d just moved to California with her cat, Nigel, on a new assignment studying organisms in Yosemite National Park.

It had been a new dawn to a promising future.

After years of studying to become an ecologist, after working her butt off to get there, she’d finally reached her life’s goal.

Then bam, like a plot twist she hadn’t seen coming, she’d been abducted by aliens.

Now, what was a girl to do when the world she’d focused so hard on building for herself was suddenly ripped away? What did that leave her with?

Nothing, that’s what.

A big fat NOTHING.

Maybe that was the feeling she was having in her chest.

That gaping hole inside of her was a nothing hole.

She hated nothing holes.

As she walked, the wind playing with the strands of her hair, Evren straightened the brown tunic that she was wearing.

She was very aware she looked like a walking potato. It was nothing more than a crocus bag with armholes. And it itched.

It was the main reason she was heading to the market.

After she and the other women had arrived on the base, she had been given her own living quarters, a datapad that was like a smartphone with credits, and the brown tunic she was currently wearing.

Apart from the itchy tunic, the other two things were great. Her living quarters were like a two-bedroom apartment on the second floor of a two-floor building.

She had it all to herself. Free of charge. And it had come fully stocked with food to last at least a week.

She was still waiting for the catch, but she supposed the catch was that if she stayed she’d have to join and fight against those horrible toad aliens called the High Tasqals.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to do that.

She didn’t even know how to throw a punch properly.

Granted, she’d surprised herself with her pure aggression in the past thanks to adrenaline.

So maybe she could throw a punch, once bullied. Maybe take away her science book while she was reading it and she’d probably stab you with her pencil...not probably—she most definitely would.

Her sandals slapped softly against the paved street as she walked, her head in her thoughts. With the cool breeze that tickled her skin, she could see why the other human women were planning on staying on the base.

Why leave when God provided all that a woman could ever want?

1. A hot guy.

2. A hot guy that was devoted to her.

3. A hot guy with a stiff cock who was devoted to her.

4. And a million books free for her to read.

It was a pity the translator chip the slave masters had installed behind her ear didn’t translate the written language of the aliens. At least she’d have had number four—because numbers one, two, and three were probably never going to happen.

A sigh made her shoulders rise and fall as she continued on her way. As she crossed the narrow street, she almost bumped into a giant of an alien that looked suspiciously like a yeti.

“Whoops! Sorry.”

“Watch where you’re going,” the yeti grunted.

She swung out of his way, turning to look at the alien Sasquatch as he passed.

His tone had caught her off guard.

He didn’t seem nice, but then again, that wasn’t exactly a prerequisite for living on the base.

He could be fighting for the good guys, but that didn’t automatically make him good.

She should remember that.

She didn’t need to get on anyone’s bad side.

She was alone here.

Despite that she was one of five humans on base and that technically meant she had friends, the truth was that she was alone.

The other four women had found the love of their lives. They were happy. They had a future on the base.

She. Not so much.

She’d heard mention of some intergalactic port city where some refugees lived.

If things didn’t work out on the base, she guessed that was where she would end up.

Hopefully, she could carve out a life for herself once more...carry on where she left off on Earth.

New job. Something she could do to contribute her skills to her new society.

As the hulk of the yeti-man ambled down the street, Evren realized she’d been standing and thinking for quite a few seconds without moving.

She was just about to turn around when she saw a tall figure several feet down.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

Tall. Gray skin. Bald head.

It was Kyro—one of the aliens that had rescued her and the others. He wasn’t that far off that she didn’t recognize him.

He was looking up at the sky as if something was interesting there. Glancing upward, she couldn’t see what was drawing his attention.

There was nothing in the pale gray sky, not even clouds.

For a few seconds, she stood wondering if she should walk toward him and say hello.

Despite that she’d spent so much time in his presence before, he hadn’t really spoken to her. He’d watched her, which she’d found creepy at first, but then she’d just gotten