Kyris
Captured by Aliens: Book Four
A.G. Wilde
Kyris
Kyris © A. G. Wilde 2020
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, businesses, or locales is coincidental and is not intended by the author.
This book is dedicated to Phoenix.
Keep that flame burning. Never give up.
Contents
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Kyris
Prologue
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
Epilogue
Next in the Series
Another note From the Author
Acknowledgments
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All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older.
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Kyris
Being captured by aliens changes everything for Song.
One moment, she’s about to complete school with her whole life ahead of her; the next, she is thrown into an out-of-this-world nightmare.
On a world where she is hunted, she leans on the one constant that has been there from the start…
Him.
Kyris.
Her guardian angel…
Or so she thinks.
What he wants from her is far from holy…
Prologue
The escape pod was falling hard. So hard and fast that everything outside was just a blur.
There was a loud beeping in the small vessel, one that made panic rise within her as she tried to focus not on the fact that she was falling through the sky, but that she was escaping…escaping from something more terrible than falling through thin air at a speed that meant certain death.
“Descent unstable,” the pod’s AI said. “Engage manual landing controls.”
Just moments before, she’d been safe in a spaceship with four other human women and the five alien soldiers who’d rescued them from what would have been a life of slavery.
She’d thought that the terror she’d experienced after being torn from her home on Earth had been over. She’d thought that the horror of being locked up on an alien slave ship was the epitome of terrible things that would happen to her.
But she had been wrong.
Escape—freedom—had been in her grasp but like a mirage, it was ripped away from her and replaced by the cruel reality that life would forever and inescapably be the opposite of what it had been on Earth.
“Descent unstable,” the AI repeated and she wanted to scream.
They’d been rescued. They’d been safe.
Even now, the attack that happened just minutes before didn’t seem real. It had happened all so fast. The first hit of the missile impacting the spaceship. The vessel shuddering under the impact. The aliens who’d rescued them shouting orders as they fought to save the ship. More shuddering. Alarms blaring.
She’d been unable to respond, unable to react, not wanting to let go of the mirage of safety, but it had floated away nonetheless.
Everything else had been a blur.
She’d been hustled into an escape pod and shot out into space towards the planet whose surface was now coming towards her far too quickly.
“Descent unstable. Engage manual controls.”
Her breath was coming in harsh gasps as she tried to make sense of what the AI said.
Manual controls.
Did this thing expect her to fly it?
She could hardly operate anything bigger than her Kei car and nothing nearly as strange and alien as this.
As she hyperventilated, what she assumed was the manual controls moved upwards from some compartment she hadn’t noticed.
“Engage manual controls.”
It was beginning to sound like a broken record but focusing on what the robotic voice commanded was difficult when all she could think about was the fact that she was alone and falling in an escape pod that seemed to be malfunctioning because it was telling her to engage controls!
Everything was happening too fast, and the surface…she could see it so clearly now.
What had first appeared as a flat nondescript brown canvas was slowly gathering shapes and forms. She could see dunes, hills, valleys…
And the detail was becoming sharper by the second.
The pod was falling too fast. Too fast. Too fast.
It was going to crash into the surface if it didn’t slow down.
Breath coming harder, she felt as if her heart was going to give out.
It was only glass. The pod was only glass. Logic shouted at her that it couldn’t be mere glass but fear’s voice was louder, and the bitch was screaming.
She was going to die.
But this wasn’t supposed to be how it happened.
She was supposed to finish university, get a real job, get wooed by the man of her dreams, buy a house, have kids, grow old, and then die.
Such was the order of things.
She hadn’t intended to start university then skip to the end!
The tears in her eyes blurred her vision as she fought to control the panic filling her being.
“Engage manual controls.”
The incessant beeping in the pod seemed to grow more insistent as the surface drew closer.
“Engage manual controls.”
With blurred vision she gripped the controls and sobbed as she pulled hard, barely aware that now, with her hands on the controls, the beeping stopped.
All she could hear was her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.
All she could see was the brown surface of the planet approaching.
And all she could feel was her own fear creeping over her like thick liquid.
She didn’t want to die.
This wasn’t how she wanted to die!
Too fast—a scream ripped from her throat as the pod slammed into the planet’s surface.
As her body lurched upward from the impact, a
