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

A wide, bejeweled grin was the first thing she saw, plastered on the face of the alien sitting across from her. Only this time, it didn’t seem like a friendly grin. This grin was completely sinister.

It wasn’t Shive that was sitting in front of her.

She didn’t understand.

“M’Agunt?”

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Kyro walked behind the living quarters to sit in a quiet alcove amidst the fawni trees that grew there.

Every synapse in his brain was trying to tell him to move his legs and head to one specific place...Evren’s home.

He wanted to see her.

It was an urge unlike any other.

But he shouldn’t. They had already said goodbye.

It had broken his heart into pieces, standing there while she’d closed that door, even though it had been his choice for her to do so.

Even though he had been the one to push her away.

It hadn’t made it any easier.

Still, he’d held his part of the bargain. He hadn’t contacted her. He’d even deactivated his datapad.

He’d stayed away.

Until now.

He found himself standing and heading in the direction of her quarters, his feet moving on their own accord.

He had to see her again, just to check that she was all right.

He was walking up to her door in the next few minutes, trying to find something to say to her as reason for his visit when he paused in his tracks.

The door to her apartment was slightly open, the inside dark.

Why had she left it open like that?

Something about it didn’t look right at all.

Creeping up to the door, every muscle in his being primed for attack, he slid the door open with his boot.

Darkness and silence greeted him and Kyro frowned.

It didn’t seem as if she was home. But her door had been left open. He doubted she had been that careless.

Stepping into the apartment, he slid back the door to the slightly closed position, his ears perked for sound.

There was none.

It was eerily quiet.

Flipping out his datapad, he activated it. The device lit up immediately.

There were no alerts from her security system. No forced entry. There were only some messages he’d have to check later.

Lifting his head, he surveyed the area once more.

The living space looked so dead without her in it that he felt his heart wring. It was like a view of what his life will be like in the next few months. Empty.

Had she left for the Hub already?

Moving through the room, he headed to the sleeping area, his steps quiet in the silent room.

As he looked around the room, his heart clenched further.

There was nothing in there. A look in the chest revealed that all her clothes were removed as well.

It confirmed his fears.

He’d missed her.

She’d left for the Hub.

A strange pain pulsed inside him and he didn’t know where it was coming from. It seemed to form behind his life-organ and spread through his chest.

He knew she’d planned to leave, so why did her physical absence hurt so much?

He was just about to turn and leave the room when he heard a sound.

Kyro’s head snapped to the direction of the bathing room. The sound had been slight, but he was sure he wasn’t mistaken. His ears perked as he approached the room, his arms hanging by his sides, ready to go into action as he drew close.

Stopping just outside the room, Kyro sniffed.

There was someone in there and it wasn’t Evren.

An intruder.

Suddenly, the weirdly open door made sense, but a feeling of dread came with that realization. Maybe her absence was not her own doing.

Retreating from the entryway to the shower room, Kyro backtracked through the bedroom.

Turning the corner, he pressed himself against the wall as he waited for the intruder to show himself.

Hopefully, whoever it was would have thought he’d left and try to exit the quarters, giving Kyro the upper hand.

He didn’t have to wait long.

A few minutes passed by and there was pure silence. But soon after, he heard a shuffle as the intruder exited the sleeping area.

Kyro moved quickly.

Moving off his position by the wall, he gripped the intruder, placing his hands around the intruder’s neck in one movement as he slammed their body against the same wall he’d just been pressed against.

It took him a second to recognize who it was, and a snarl left his lips.

“Shive.” He could feel the remnants of his chets tingling with the need to slice the male’s head off.

He should have known.

“What have you done with her?” The voice that spoke didn’t sound like his own. He shook the alien in his grasp. “Speak! If you have hurt one cell on her body you will pay with your life.”

“Stop!” Shive’s arms grasped at the hands at his neck. “It’s not what you think, Kyro. I am on your side.”

“And which side is that?” Kyro squeezed tighter, lifting the male higher against the wall. The sound of Shive gasping for breath and the scraping of his chitin against the wall were the only things that penetrated the dead silence.

“I didn’t take her. In Polvrak’s name, I tell the truth.”

Kyro narrowed his eyes. “I know you have been following her. Qrak the rules. I should have taken you out when I had the chance.”

“I speak the truth,” Shive repeated. He wasn’t struggling to break free. Instead, his arms fell and he endured Kyro’s suffocating hold. “I didn’t take her. She’s been taken by a spy. He is working for the High Tasqals.”

He was aware of his eyes widening as he released his hold on the chitinous male a little.

“Explain.”

“M’Agunt.” Shive took a breath. “M’Agunt is a spy. He’s working for the Tasqals. I wasn’t sure about it. I was working undercover based on some intelligence my team came upon. M’Agunt is no merchant. He is working for a Tasqal called Messius Proctor Tracki. The one they call His Excellence.”

Kyro released his hold some more.

Shive took another breath.

“He’s been leaking information about missions to Tracki. He told him when the humans were brought on the base.”

“Go on,” Kyro ground out. The