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

“What’s that?”

“You.”

Song blinked, the gravity of what he’d said slowly weighing down on her.

This alien…this man…he was in love with her?

As his head descended once more and his lips brushed against hers a sound so loud it seemed to vibrate the air around them blasted through the room.

Kyris froze and, with wide eyes staring up at him, her sudden fear grew as she saw his skin go pale.

“What the hell is that?”

Whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t good and the fact that she heard little feet suddenly stampeding not far away made her worry grow.

Suddenly, her heart was in her throat and when two little men ran into the room with what looked like little spears in their hands, she could almost feel the blood drain from her skin.

Kyris turned just as the little men rushed in and, as they conversed hurriedly in whatever language they spoke, it didn’t take her to be a linguist to understand that whatever was happening outside was urgent.

Kyris was off the bed before the little men left the room and his sudden movement left her feeling naked and cold with him no longer above her, despite that she was fully clothed.

He was moving swiftly about the room now, as if searching for something and she watched him with panic mounting her as if she were a horse.

“Kyris? What’s happening?” She could hear the fear in her voice and the fact that tremors were starting to make his wings quiver didn’t offer her any calm.

The fact that his entire demeanor seemed prime and ready to fight, with even the muscles in his arms and back going tense, made it evident that whatever was happening outside equated to one thing: danger.

“They’ve found us.” He turned eyes on her that had gone cold. Gone was the lust that had just been burning through them both as he looked at her, resignation in his gaze.

She didn’t need to ask who “they” were and the thought that the Tasqals, Isclits, or those horrible gator-guards were somewhere outside made her want to dig a hole and hide.

He was handing her something that took a while for her to focus on with her tear-blurred eyes and when her vision finally cleared and she realized what it was, her eyes widened.

“Use it if you have to. Though, I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

In his outstretched hand was undoubtedly a pistol of some kind.

“Take it, Song.” His tone was urgent and, as her hand closed around the cool metal, her fingers trembled.

“Stay here. Don’t leave this room. If you have to use it...point and shoot.”

She nodded without replying.

It was all happening too fast.

As he paused by the exit, he turned to look at her and in that one glance was a thousand words that were left unsaid.

30

The chatter from the natives of the planet was loud, so loud it sounded as if there was a large crowd of them outside. She could hear what she assumed were orders being shouted, and as she stood frozen in the room, an alarm of some kind started blaring.

Behind that sound was the sound of something big. It was a deep hum, like a massive engine of some kind.

Outside, the commotion was getting louder and then she heard it, a sound she had wished she’d never hear again—the snarl of a gator-guard.

They were back.

Her captors.

They’d found them.

They’d come to take her back to that hellhole—come to take her back to slavery where she’d be taken, taken against her will in ways that made bile rise to her throat.

As a tear slid down her cheek, her feet pulled her toward the door. She had to see. She had to confirm it. She had to confirm that it was indeed the monsters that were back.

Peeking outside, she tried her best to remain hidden.

The settlement was beautiful. It was circular and surrounded by what looked like a tall glass wall. Within the camp, little round huts with openings dotted along the perimeter and she realized she was probably in one of those.

In the center was what would have been a clearing but now it was utter chaos.

Little men were everywhere, spears raised as they fought, and among them were the horrible gator guards.

They looked even more terrifying now that she was seeing them again.

Long thick tails lashed behind them as they jumped from above to land in the compound. Their snouts opened as they snarled as soon as they hit the ground, brandishing spears, knives, and other weapons.

But the little men were fighting, much better than she’d have expected beings of their size to fight.

They seemed to be able to jump and launch themselves higher than normal into the air.

The gator-guard closest to where she hid snarled loudly as one little man launched himself in the air and held on to his chest.

With a shout of something in their language, the little man buried his spear into the gator-guard’s eye. The thing let out a roar as it grabbed the little man and threw him off.

But as the little man hurtled through the air, another of his brethren launched himself at the same gator-guard, burying his spear in the guard’s neck as another flung himself on the gator-guard’s back, pulling the gator-guard’s head back till there was a snap.

As the body fell, lifeless, they didn’t miss a beat. They were off to the next victim.

Somehow, she’d thought there were few of the little men around, but as she looked now at the scene in front of her, it was evident there were at least fifty of the little men, and they were doing a great job attacking the guards.

But the guards kept coming, and as she raised her eyes to the sky, a gasp held in her throat.

The loud hum, the cause of it was above them, for hovering above the compound was a massive black ship. It was shaped like a V with