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

was asking. They needed to know because there was no way he was going to catch the cargo ship now. By the time his shuttle left the surface, the cargo ship would have already warped. His best bet was to head to the ship’s destination.

“Klepna 89. He’s meeting His Excellence there.”

“Klepna 89. Qrak. It will take two turns to get there.”

Kyro’s mouth set into a hard line.

Two whole days knowing she was in the clutches of his enemies.

It was two whole days that would rip him apart slowly.

“There will be guards everywhere. It’s a lost mission,” Shive continued as their feet touched the ground and the lift opened.

Kyro rounded on him, his glare enough to melt the male’s hard outer shell. “You,” he growled.

Rokan stepped between them. “We need a plan,” he said.

“There’s no time for a plan.” Kyro’s eyes cut to Rokan. “Update the others. They are awaiting me in the conference room.”

He was moving before the two males had time to process his words.

“I am taking the reserve ship.”

“It’s a suicide mission, Kyro.” Rokan’s voice held reason but this wasn’t a time for reason. This was a time for action because every second that ticked by was one for the Tasqal’s team and allowing Evren to fall into their grasp was a literal death sentence.

“Yesterday I was prepared to let her go, but not like this. Let her fall in the Tasqal’s hands? I’d rather die first.”

“You might.”

“Yes,” his eyes met Rokan’s, “I might.”

He knew Rokan saw the look in his eyes. Only Rokan knew how deep his intent was. Only Rokan would understand.

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“You.”

She could hardly believe her eyes.

The same face, the same grin...

M’Agunt curled a purple tentacle over the back of the plush seat as he regarded her, his grin unflinching.

Beside him, a huge yeti-alien sat looking at her, his gaze not hiding his boredom. To her right, she was aware of another yeti sitting, his fingers playing idly with a blaster in his hand.

“Surprised?” M’Agunt’s grin seemed to widen, if that was possible. Only this time, there was no denying the intent behind his apparent happiness. This grin was evil. Threatening.

“I played my part well,” he said, glancing at the yeti beside him. “The jekin had no idea.”

“Jekin?” Her gaze moved to the yeti-alien beside M’Agunt briefly, wondering if M’Agunt was referring to his race. The big, white, furry alien was still looking at her as if she was a fly on the wall. A new species of fly but a fly nonetheless. She was inconsequential to him.

“Corugas,” M’Agunt snarled his meaning.

Bitch.

He meant bitch.

Her translator picked up the alternate word.

Anger bubbled within her, but she bit her lip to hold it back. An outburst wouldn’t help her right now. She needed to keep calm enough to think clearly. She was outnumbered and restrained. The best she could do for herself right now would be to try to figure out what they were planning on doing to her and how she could escape.

She was pretty sure they were no longer on the surface of the planet. She could tell from the blackness at the front of the shuttle. They were somewhere in space.

She needed information and she needed to bide her time for the right moment to try and free herself.

Or maybe she could talk them into freeing her.

“What are you talking about?” she asked. It was an effort trying to keep her voice level and unaffected. All she wanted to do was to scream at him. “Where are you taking me?”

“So many questions.” M’Agunt grinned. “It shows just how clever my plan was. Or you are just a stupid human.” His chuckle was an awful sound that made her want to launch herself across the small space to kick him in the face.

“Your plan?” Evren paused, her lip curling in disgust as she stared at him. “All this time, you were just waiting for the right moment to do this?”

“Waiting? Yes. For many, many turns.”

She was still confused though. “Why me?”

M’Agunt made a sound in his throat and the loose skin on his face moved as his face took on a look of snobbery. It was almost as if he was turning up his nose at her.

“I wondered the same thing as well,” he replied.

M’Agunt moved then, lifting himself from the seat by use of his tentacles, his shimmering gown swaying as he moved. As he slid across the space to stand in front of her, Evren fought the urge to scoot back. But she couldn’t. It was difficult shifting in the confines of the restraints that were still fastened around her body, but she managed to move back a little.

A tentacle emerged and came against her cheeks, the touch soft as M’Agunt moved his limb down her face.

“Such a strange-looking beast,” he said, his grin disappearing so suddenly it almost made her shiver. “Your kind is hideous. It is unclear to me why His Excellence wants you so badly.”

So he wasn’t abducting her for himself?

She’d thought this whole abduction was because she’d been avoiding his advances. There was another player involved?

Things were getting a bit complicated and she didn’t like that.

“His Excellence?”

M’Agunt’s eyes focused on hers and the look in them was chilling. There was coldness there. Such coldness and derision.

“I guess it doesn’t hurt letting you know now.” The corners of his lips turned up slightly. “Messius Proctor Tracki. Your master. You will be reunited with him shortly.”

“I have no master,” she bit out.

“Oh, but you do. The High Tasqals are all of our masters.” M’Agunt grinned. Behind him, she heard one of the yeti-aliens grunt.

M’Agunt’s words felt like cold water running down her back. The Tasqals? He was taking her back to the Tasqals?

No.

Not after she’d been rescued from them. Not after she’d had a chance at a life of freedom. The last thing she wanted to do was to get herself caught within their clutches once more. She knew what they were capable of and, at this point, they must only