Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5) A.G. Wilde (my miracle luna book free read .TXT) 📖

More guards began streaming out of the doors and something kicked into gear within her.

Her eyes locked on Kyro.

He was fighting for her.

He hadn’t left her for dead.

And most importantly, he’d given away his lifelong secret just for her. No one could survive.

They all knew what he was now.

Call it survival instinct, call it adrenaline, call it the power of love—she didn’t know what it was. All she knew was that something fierce was channeling through her.

Getting to her feet, she fired at an incoming guard.

They were going to survive this.

And they would survive it together.

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It was only when he reached close to the bridge that the last of the guards was taken out. His chest heaved as his breaths came barreling through his body.

He was wounded, he could feel it. Yet, he couldn’t shift out of his current form.

Not yet.

Protect her.

He needed to protect her.

He had to keep fighting.

As he stumbled along the corridor, he could barely make out the sound of a soft, feminine voice beside him.

Turning his head, he felt her body against his as she tried to help him support his weight.

He stumbled once more, his feet almost giving way and she stumbled along with him, his weight pulling her down.

He needed to stop moving or he would hurt her.

Leaning against the wall of the corridor, he slid along it till he was sitting on the floor.

“Kyro!” Her voice pierced through his consciousness and judging from the concern on her face as she came into his vision, she had been calling his name for some time.

“I’m fine.” His eyelids felt heavy as he outstretched his hand towards her. Brushing his finger against her cheek, he saw the blood there.

“You’re hurt,” he murmured, trying to rise. There must be a med bay somewhere. He could get her looked at.

“Sit! Don’t move.” When he focused back on her, there were tears in her eyes.

“You...” she began, and her throat moved as she swallowed hard.

She moved towards him then, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss, and for that brief moment, the world went still. His wounds were nonexistent. Everything was right again. It was just her lips on his, the feel of the one woman who’d awakened what he’d been too scared to face on his own.

He wasn’t sure which one of them broke the kiss first, only that he was staring into her beautiful eyes.

Through his heavy eyelids, he could see the strong emotions moving in her eyes.

“I was an idiot to think I could do without you. An idiot to think there was life without you.” She gripped her hands around his neck as she rested her forehead on his. “I can’t do without you, Kyro. I don’t want to.”

Grimacing as he lifted his arms, he held her close to him, pressing her soft body into his.

“Ev-ren...” He groaned.

“You’re all I need.” She lifted her head, a sniffle leaving her nose.

It was the exact words he had wanted to hear and the exact words that he dreaded.

She was easing out of his arms now, and he wanted to protest her leaving.

“You’re hurt. You’re hurt really bad.” Her wide eyes met his. “Come on.” She stood, trying her best to help him rise.

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t. Now, come. On.” She pulled him again and he rose with reluctance, trying not to put his weight on her once more.

They stumbled more than walked toward the bridge, and the doors opened silently for them. Once inside, she set him down on the floor, moving into the room.

“There must be some kind of map of this ship right. I need to find the med bay, patch you up. And I need to send a message to the others or pilot this ship somehow. Where the hell is the button to shut off this alarm? I need to think!”

She was pacing as she babbled, and he loved it. The sound of her voice made him feel calm and whole.

There was a strange peace settling over him as he listened to her.

She was safe. She wasn’t badly harmed. She would survive.

His mission had been completed.

It was almost as if his body was wanting him to say a final word so he could go.

“I doubt we can stay just hovering in space. Reinforcements are likely to come and I—” Her words cut off as she stopped walking abruptly.

“Shit shit shit shit shit.” She clenched her fists as she headed back toward him. “Kyro?”

She took his face between her palms as her concerned eyes looked over him. “Kyro?” She touched his cheek. “Shit. Oh God, whatever you do, do not close your eyes. I can’t allow you to fall asleep. Where the hell is the frickin’ med bay?”

The ship’s alarm was still blaring.

“Alarm,” he managed to mutter. “Disengage. Yellow button. Captain’s chair.”

He felt her leave his position and then the deafening alarm stopped. Crouching by him once more, she took his cheek in her palm.

“Kyro, darling, please don’t close your eyes. Stay awake for me.” She lifted his head. He could hardly see her. His eyelids felt heavy. Oh so heavy.

“You’re losing so much blood.” There was an undertone of worry there. “Do you know where the med bay is?”

“Kit in compartment under helm.” He fought to do what she asked of him, to keep his eyes open, but it was so difficult. Even more difficult than taking out the many guards. Yet, he tried. For her, he tried.

He didn’t want to leave her until he was sure she was safe.

She left his side then and he could hear her voice as she tried to find the compartment he told her of. There was a string of expletives and sounds of frustration until she exclaimed something, and her small footfalls headed back his way.

She popped open the kit and rifled through the contents.

“There are just a bunch on syringes in here. I have no idea which one to use.”

“Purple...”

He could see her hands were