Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5), A.G. Wilde [amazing books to read .txt] 📗

“I don’t know what I just saw...”

Kyro gulped and Rokan began advancing once more before looking down at himself.

He was stark naked, not that anyone in the room had even been paying attention to that. Right before her eyes, she watched his lower region change to appear as if he was wearing skin-tight trousers.

“What the actual fuck?!” Her eyes could grow no wider as she scrambled backward in the seat. She was pretty sure they were bugged out to full capacity. But the more she stared the less sense it made.

Looking back at Kyro, she realized he was leaning against the wall, a fresh set of moisture on his skin as he held his side, his glare still trained on Rokan.

“Are you mindless? Great, way to shock her some more,” he bit out.

She watched him as he moved from his position to settle on the edge of one of the seats, pain reflected on his face with every movement.

“What... Ohmigod...” she breathed, her gaze moving from one male to the other. “You...” She couldn’t finish it.

“You weren’t meant to see that.” Rokan finally spoke. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Kyro’s glare and frown grew deeper. “You should have checked. She could have been anyone.”

“That is true, brother. But no one else should have been in here.” Rokan turned his gaze to Kyro, his hands slowly falling to his sides. “How did she get in here anyway?” It was clear by the change in his voice that his was anger finally flaring.

Kyro sighed and glanced at Evren for a second before returning his gaze to Rokan. The intensity of his glare lessened a bit. “I let her in. I thought you’d accidentally reset your bio signature again.”

Rokan squeezed his eyes shut and let out a deep breath.

“This wouldn’t have happened if not for your habit of resetting things.” Kyro’s words were clipped.

“This isn’t my fault.” Rokan folded his arms.

“It isn’t my fault either.”

Evren looked from one to the other. “Excuse me, I’m right here.”

The two men glanced her way and both swallowed hard, their countenances falling like dogs that got caught doing something bad.

“You just... You just... Transformed. I saw that, didn’t I? I didn’t imagine it. I’m not imagining this.”

For a second, Rokan’s glance in Kyro’s direction made her think he was contemplating lying to her and telling her that she had indeed imagined it all.

“You didn’t imagine it,” Kyro answered, and despite the pain he must be feeling, he still had enough energy to continue glaring at Rokan.

“What are you?” As she asked the question, Kyro’s gaze met hers and for the first time she saw in his eyes the fear and distress that was hidden beneath his glare.

“Kyro?” She stared at him, her eyes widening as she stared into his gray eyes.

“Ohmigod...” she breathed. “The skunkat from the shuttle bay. Y-you’re it?” Nictating, she tried to calm the sudden barrage of thoughts in her head—memories all coming at once of the skunkat sitting atop the shuttle, listening to her speak to it as if it understood every word she’d been saying.

When he didn’t answer but just looked back at her, his gaze wary, Evren’s mouth fell open.

“You were the skunkat. But... How? What are you guys?”

Rokan began pacing and as he did so, he rubbed his forehead with one hand. “Should we tell her?” His voice was low, a note of uncertainty within it.

“We have to,” Kyro answered, his gaze still locked on hers and she saw in his eyes so many different emotions now, she wasn’t sure which one was real. Or were they all real?

He was looking at her as if he was about to lose something he cared about deeply—and for some reason, it felt as if that look was directed at her, as if she was that thing he feared losing.

“You tell her then.” Rokan was still pacing, his gaze locked on her but Evren couldn’t move her eyes from Kyro’s.

For days upon days, she’d been staring into those same eyes while at the shuttle yard and she hadn’t put two and two together.

“You can change shape?” she whispered. “Become something else?”

Kyro nodded, his head moving slowly.

“How?”

“I do not know. I just can. It is like you being able to lose minerals from your eyes. You do not think about it. You just do.”

Evren blinked several times, trying to order the chaos of her thoughts.

“And the skunkat that I see every day at work…that was you...?”

Kyro nodded slowly again.

“You’re a...shifter... A shapeshifter?”

Once again, his nod was slow as he allowed her to process these revelations at her own pace.

“I can’t believe that’s possible.”

“Sometimes we wish it wasn’t.”

His response held a note of unsaid, deep emotions that she was sure she was going to have to unravel later.

“Why...why didn’t you tell me?”

He looked over at Rokan and, as Rokan stopped pacing, an unknown message passed between them.

“Are you psychic too?” she asked, watching them exchange something between them that she was not picking up on.

“No,” Kyro answered, finally looking back at her. “We are not psychic. Just shifters.”

“Shifters,” she murmured.

“It is our secret. One we have to carry to the grave. But now you, Evren, you know this—our secret.” Rokan began pacing again.

As she watched him, it began to dawn on her that something wasn’t quite right.

“What’s the problem?” She glanced between them both. “Why do you two seem so...unhappy about me finding out? I sense that there is more to this than you two are letting on.”

There was a pause before Kyro sighed, a grimace passing over his face as he adjusted himself on the edge of the seat.

“You’re right, my sweet Evren. There is.”

Steeling herself, Evren spoke. “Then tell me... What is it?”

“It is a secret that we hold close,” Rokan said. “Nobody knows that we are Vorti.”

Kyro was still looking at her as if he was about to lose her. It was a look that was so loaded, her mind didn’t have the capacity to deconstruct it at