Ajos
A Sci-fi Alien Rebel Romance
A.G. Wilde
Ajos
Ajos © A. G. Wilde 2021
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Contents
Disclaimer
Ajos
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
A note from A.G
What’s next?
Other books by A.G.
Acknowledgments
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About the Author
This book is dedicated to my mother. You taught me how to fight and never give up. You’ve always been fighting…and you still are.
You have one last battle. I know you will win.
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.
Ajos
Penance.
It is the only thing on his mind.
He merely exists as a tool, a weapon for the Restitution till the gods are satisfied he has suffered enough.
He has no dreams for a different future, until...
...a human, one he rescues, falls into his arms.
For the first time in a long while, something stirs within Ajos. But this unknown feeling is not the only thing that stirs.
Maybe taking the human on a secluded planet had not been the best idea...
Now, instead of fighting the enemies that plague them, the person he has to fight the most...is himself.
1
The dark spirits of Tonvuhiri were working hard this day.
Ajos stretched, cracking the bones in his neck as he gripped his spear in one hand.
He could feel the unease—as if it was floating through the air itself.
Cocking his head, he glanced at the skies, his gaze searching the nothingness above. In the distance, only the sky tower marred the otherwise cloudless expanse.
Nothing was out of the ordinary.
Nothing except the huge metallic structure that stood in front of him.
A stasis hold.
The brown dirt and dust that settled over everything hardly stuck to the surface of the huge structure, causing it to almost glisten in the star's light.
It was…expansive…otherworldly…from a different time, even though…that was far from the truth.
“How many do you think are inside?” he asked.
“Well over two stleks of humans are within,” V’Alen answered.
Ajos’ gaze narrowed slightly.
More than twenty-four…
That was a lot. More than he had expected.
“All female.” It wasn’t a question, for he knew the answer even before his comrade replied.
“Affirmative.”
A breath left his lips as Ajos scanned the structure.
This was one of the largest rescue missions any team in the Restitution had ever pulled off.
The structure in front of him was carved from one of the rarest metals. Built to withstand the harshest impacts. Engineered to carry out a singular purpose.
He’d never seen anything like it before.
Only one set of beings on this side of the universe could afford to construct such a thing.
“Ajos.” A voice caught his attention and Ajos turned to see the commander who’d retrieved the stasis hold approaching.
“Xul,” he greeted the male.
“I appreciate your assistance today, brother, and V’Alen’s as well.”
Ajos jerked his head in acceptance.
Commander to commander, he knew Xul was a fighter who cared about the Restitution probably as much as he did.
“I’ve only given a few rebels clearance to assist in opening the stasis hold with us,” Xul continued.
Ajos jerked his head once more, his gaze moving back to the large, dark structure. “I consider myself honored to be one of them,” he said.
Even with extra minds on the task, though, their machines had no impact on opening the structure. It had forced them to brainstorm different ways to get inside.
Today was their thirteenth attempt.
The commander ran a hand through his long filaments to scratch the base of one of his horns.
Only three members of his team were within the secured area today, an Arois named Yce and two others.
The Arois was surrounded by four human females—four that were rescued long before Xul and his team found the stasis hold.
They fussed over him, for the Arois was the only link between the beings within the stasis hold and those outside its walls. He had mind-melded with the trapped ones—so much so it activated the neurons all across his body.
Ajos eyed the females with a sideways glance.
He’d heard stories of how they’d fought alongside his brothers to reach safety.
He wondered whether his brothers had stretched the truth.
Small beings the humans were, even smaller than he’d expected them to be.
Not one cleared the height of his shoulders.
“They worry,” Xul said, noticing Ajos’ gaze.
“So they do,” he replied, flicking his gaze back to the structure before them. “They want their people out.”
And he knew exactly how they felt.
Ajos’ nefre stiffened, unease making his pulse beat through the delicate dorsal fin that ran down his neck to disappear into his spine.
He knew exactly how the humans felt—because he’d lived through something like this before.
The new machines he and V’Alen had engineered rolled toward the stasis hold, breaking the pull of his memories. Their wheels crunched the soft gravel, crushing it to dust as they moved to the side of the huge structure.
They’d tipped the rotary saws with talix metal—the same metal that the High Tasqals had used to engineer the entirety of the hold.
If this didn’t work…if they didn’t break through the metal structure on this instance…he didn’t know what would.
“Just where did you procure talix metal?” Xul’s gaze settled on V’Alen.
Ajos kept his eyes on the stasis hold as the machines began to cut, their saws whirring in the stillness of the space.
He’d wondered the same.
The only beings that had access to talix metal were the Tasqals themselves. Yet, V’Alen had been able to get some.
“I have
