Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5)
Kyro
Captured by Aliens: Book Five
A.G. Wilde
Kyro
Kyro © A. G. Wilde 2020
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Contents
Dedication
Disclaimer
Kyro
What has gone before…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Epilogue
A note from A.G
Next Series
Acknowledgments
Keep In Touch
If you enjoyed this book…
About the Author
This book is dedicated to my daughter.
You’ll probably never read this book and see this but, I love you.
You mean everything to me and I hope you grow up and fulfil your greatest dreams.
Disclaimer
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only.
All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older.
Kyro
New job, new city, and then kidnapped by aliens?
—exactly the way Evren had seen her year going.
Not.
Add living on a base full of rebels and, well, whoever was in charge of her destiny was definitely having some fun.
She’d probably have to become an intergalactic rebel too…except, was that the path she was meant to take?
In the middle of figuring out her role in this new life, Evren finds herself drawing closer to a rebel that had rescued her: a tall, sexy alien named Kyro, whose presence makes her tingle in places that could get her in trouble.
He pulls her in a way she can’t understand—especially considering that he’s…strange.
He’s different from the others and that’s probably because he’s holding a secret—a secret so guarded, not even his brothers in the fight know about it.
It’s a secret so deep, she needs to stay away.
For her safety and for his.
…But how can she resist when he keeps looking at her as if she belongs to him?
Kyro is a full-length standalone sci-fi romance featuring an alien rebel, a lovable heroine, and a possessive hero who would do anything to protect the one he declares as his own.
If you like sexy aliens, discovering new worlds, and steamy romance, check out Kyro. This standalone book contains steamy sex scenes with a guaranteed happily ever after, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
The Captured by Aliens series:
Book 1: Xul
Book 2: Crex
Book 3: Yce
Book 4: Kyris
Book 5: Kyro (current book)
What has gone before…
Life takes an unexpected turn for five human women who are taken from their lives on Earth, abducted by slug-like beings called the Isclits.
Along with their hired muscle, the Isclits manage massive trade ships that carry cargo across the galaxy.
The women are captured and held captive on one of these ships, enduring torture underneath the Isclits’ who seem devoid of any emotion. But the females’ problems have only just begun, as the real evil is soon shown to them: the High Tasqals.
Big, bulbous, green, and diseased, the Tasqals are a twisted species that prey on the weak and the vulnerable. Each woman is bought by a High Tasqal and thrown in a cell where they each encounter an alien male.
But these aliens differ from the others the women have met so far…and they soon realize just how much.
Plans are set into motion when Xul, leader of the group of rebels infiltrating the ship, kills a head Tasqal. He’s with one of the human females, Athena, and they have to fight their way across a desert planet before returning to the slave ship to rescue the others (Read Xul for this story).
Back on the slave ship, they throw Piper into a cell with Crex, a bloodthirsty alien that looks like he’s ready to cut her to pieces. Except, he doesn’t. Though tortured so he would harm her, Crex refuses and he and Piper end up forming a bond while they wait for Xul to return to complete the mission. The book ends with the crew and human women reunited as they fight their way from the slave ship to freedom (Read Crex for this story).
The mission was a success. The slave ship destroyed. But they are not safe yet. As they make their getaway, the Tasqals shoot down their ship. Now they must each take a human to look after as they make their way to outposts on the desert planet’s surface. Yce is tasked with guarding Diana, but while guarding her it seems he forgot to guard his heart. As they fight for survival, he finds she is the chaos he always needed and one he can’t let go of (Read Yce for this story).
Kyris lands on a section of the planet far from the others. With Song in his care, he pledges to protect her no matter what, regardless if it means losing his treasured wings. Fighting for their lives as they are hunted across the sands, the two form a bond that will link them for eternity (Read Kyris for this story).
The team reunites and returns to camp at the Restitution base. Life continues and the humans are settling in.
Now it’s time for Kyro’s story.
1
Humans were confusing.
He had spent countless hours trying to understand them; yet, his efforts were in vain.
Their way of life, their motivations, the way their minds worked...it was all very... alien.
Most other species he could understand and assimilate to. But the harder he studied the humans, the more confused he became.
For instance, he'd discovered that most humans adopted other species into their homes only to pretend those species were human.
Whatever they called a “dog” was often asked if it was a “good boy” even though a “boy” was a young human male.
Dogs did not speak human.
Humans had no way of knowing what any dog’s reply was. Yet, humans asked dogs this question repeatedly, and pretended dogs replied in the affirmative.
Kyro stared at the screen before him, contemplating all the human peculiarities in the data.
To think this treasure trove of information would hav
e been lost if he hadn’t been on that specific mission and hacked the enemy ship’s mainframe before his brothers had destroyed the enemy ship.
He’d managed to gather archive upon archive before they destroyed the vessel, collecting information on human civilization that spanned hundreds of years.
Other executive officers wouldn’t have bothered to go through the trouble of gathering transmissions downloaded from the invaded planet’s surface.
But he wasn’t just any executive officer.
Information always came in handy at a later date.
Every Vorti knew that.
And ever since he’d started going through the data, plus after meeting the human females they’d rescued, he’d found that human life was not what he’d expected it to be.
He didn’t know quite what he’d expected, actually.
Not that humans were the most alien of aliens he’d ever encountered—he was Vorti. Some would argue his people were the strangest of all species combined.
But humans...intrigued him.
HREX4X1, or “Earth” as the humans referred to it, was a beautiful blue planet with large oceans, rivers, landmasses, and forests.
Humans had complex societies and land structures spreading across their world’s surface and, despite several species living on the planet, humans had risen to the top as the apex predator.
They were intelligent too. Well...some of the transmissions in his data file would contradict that...but the species had sent probes into space for what he assumed was the search for alien life.
That implied intelligence.
Regardless, the Interplanetary Union had decreed that no one should initiate contact with any of Earth’s probes. The Union believed Earth was still too underdeveloped for knowledge of other intelligent civilizations, the collective human psyche being too fragile.
Interest piqued, Kyro leaned forward as he brought up information the humans had compiled on extraterrestrials.
Soon, he was frowning again.
It seemed humans had the general idea that extraterrestrials were small, skinny, and green with large, smooth oval heads and eyes too big for their faces.
He took offense to that.
Not all aliens looked like the Drani. He hated those little green degenerates.
Still frowning, Kyro spun his writing instrument between his fingers.
Opening a file sorted as entertainment, he scrolled down the lines of the feed, soaking up every word until he came upon a comedy show.
He loved a bit of humor.
Humor was always a good way to get a sense of what a society’s culture was truly like.
Eyes glued to the data screen; it took him about one hour to read the scripts of all seasons of a popular Earth comedy show called The Big Loud Noise.
He didn’t understand the title.
The show was about a group of science-inclined friends, not about loud noises or big loud noises for that matter.
Misleading.
Scrolling, Kyro raised a nonexistent eyebrow as further entertainment products came up.
It got worse.
Humans seemed to enjoy watching what they called “reality on television” ...as if they couldn’t get enough of...life.
Now, this was why he was having trouble understanding human civilization. His brother Yce had been right when he’d referred to humans as being illogical. The data didn’t make sense all the time.
Still, he soaked it up.
Information, to a Vorti, was like treasure.
It had been about a week since he and his brothers had returned to the Restitution’s base camp and, in that week, he had consumed so much Earth information he was almost an expert on the planet.
It was what came naturally to him.
Even now, while he was questioning his previous assumption about human intelligence, his chromatophores itched for him to test his knowledge of human civilization.
He wouldn’t even need to do much of a transformation—add some eyebrows, possibly some hair on the top of his head, change his gray skin to something more human-like...
He could do it.
But he never would.
Assimilation was a life he had to leave behind a long time ago.
This itch to change was probably not good. What he needed was a distraction.
Glancing at the door to his quarters, he wondered if he should head down to the central hexagon where all the teams on active duty would be working on mission intelligence.
He had nothing better to do, and the Restitution was always working for the greater good—rescuing slaves and bringing the High Tasqals down. As a rebel, there was always somewhere he could chip in and help in the fight.
He knew he and his brothers would get scheduled for another mission soon, but there was no telling how long that would take.
His four brothers, Xul, Crex, Yce, and Kyris, were with their human mates. He reckoned this “break” his team was taking would last a long, long time—depending on the stamina and resilience of the human females.
That’s right. He knew exactly what they were doing in their quarters and why he hardly saw or heard from them.
Not that he was jealous in any way...
He wasn’t.
But he had to admit, even though his life organ beat only to keep him alive...it must be nice, having someone.
He was alone...truly alone. The type of alone that made him feel solitary among a group of people.
It was a feeling he had grown so accustomed to, he could hardly imagine life with someone else.
Solitude was his constant friend.
He was a lone, lone soldier.
As if to prove him wrong, the other Vorti who shared his living space took that moment to pad into the room. Kyro heard the footsteps as they drew closer, and just like that, he pushed his vulnerable thoughts back behind a closed door.
“Still reading the data from those feeds you got?” Rokan glanced in his direction as he headed over to the food preparation area.
Kyro jerked his head in admission without looking over his shoulder into the face of the male who looked just a little too much like him, except that Rokan had green eyes.
“I heard a rumor,” Rokan said, his voice dipping out as he stuck his head into the cooling unit, no doubt looking for something to drink.
“What rumor?” Kyro asked absentmindedly, his eyes still focused on the feed before him.
“Heard there may be more humans on that desert planet. Heard that some brothers think a stasis hold must have fallen when Reku5 destroyed the Tasqal ship.”
Kyro didn’t reply. Rokan was right. It was a rumor. Reku5, his team, didn’t have solid evidence there were any other human slaves apart from the five human females they’d rescued. But they weren’t positive that was the case.
There could be others.
It would be strange for the Tasqals to only abduct five beings from a planet so far away.
“When Reku5 destroyed the slave carrier...if any stasis holds ejected, they’d have certainly landed on Muk.” Rokan spoke as he popped out a cool drink from the cooling unit. Kyro could hear the fizz of the beverage even from where he sat.
He and the rest of Reku5 were waiting on clearance to return to planet Muk and conduct a search. If a stasis hold filled with humans had fallen to the planet somewhere, it would be covered by sand. That gave them some time to find it before the Tasqals did.
“The Mukkians are searching. We will have to go there ourselves to search as well, eventually,” Kyro explained, twirling his writing instrument in his hand. In the background, he heard Rokan close the cooling unit with a hard thud.
“Eventually...” Rokan walked over to where Kyro sat and leaned against the table, his back to the data screens as he crossed his arms, drink in hand.
Tall. Lean. Gray. Bald. Glancing up at Rokan was almost like looking in the mirror.
They’d done well basing their appearance off the Borxclan for all Borxclan looked similar.
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bsp; “If it was up to my unit,” Rokan continued, “we’d be back on the planet already, searching for those victims.” Rokan took a sip and Kyro resisted the urge to tell him to remove the liquid from so close to his screens.
“The humans would not like being called ‘victims,’” he said instead. His voice, even to himself, sounded far away as if he was deep in his own head. “They are an independent species...a very...thought-provoking species.”
Rokan grunted. “Tell me. You have met the humans. Did you find any of them thought-provoking?”
The question made Kyro pause and his thoughts immediately went to one specific human who had been rescued along with the others.
Evren, they called her.
He wondered what she was doing at the moment. Unlike the other human females, like him, she was alone. The other four had his brothers as mates.
She had no one.
She was different from the other humans too, he’d noticed.
Something about her had reminded him of himself. In the days he’d spent on planet Muk guiding her to safety, he’d studied everything about her.
A week later, and she was still vivid in his mind.
Rokan’s snort cut through his thoughts. “Your silence speaks volumes, brother. They are victims. It would be foolish of them to think they are something they are not.”