Ajos: The Restitution - A Sci-fi Alien Romance, Book 1, стр. 9
She was looking around the stasis hold, her gaze widening ever so slightly with each passing moment. Still, she didn’t react with hysterics the way Athena had briefed them most of the humans would behave.
His gaze moved over her face and he realized he didn’t want to move from where he stood.
This irrationality was surprising, and it made his brow dive toward his nose.
“Ajos,” Xul took a step toward them and paused, “a moment.”
Jerking his head in confirmation, Ajos’ gaze never left the female before him.
Keh-reh-nah was looking at him now, those brown pools of hers moving over every inch of his face and for the first time in all his years, he wondered the silliest and vain thought he’d ever had in his life.
Does she think I’m strange-looking? Hideous?
The female continued to study him.
…Handsome?
His shoulders stiffened as he regarded her.
She probably didn’t understand him, but he spoke anyway.
“I will be back,” he said, wondering at the same time why he was telling her that, before he forced his legs to move.
Xul’s voice was low as he approached, but Ajos still caught some words the commander spoke to V’Alen.
“…before we could terminate that signal.” Xul looked his way.
“The signal?” Ajos asked.
“It terminated on its own, but I suspect,” V’Alen lowered his voice, “that it has already reached its target.”
“It was a beacon,” Ajos said, and he could feel a coldness settle over the room.
A beacon that had most likely transmitted their exact location.
A full-on attack from the High Tasqals was something they always feared and something they’d learned to live with. But with rebels manning the heavens, they would alert everyone on the ground in time for them to escape.
Still, an attack wasn’t something that anyone wanted to happen. Life on the base was…good.
Safe.
However, they still had to take precautions.
“We must alert the sky towers,” he said. “Put them on high alert. If anything is out of the ordinary, we need to investigate.” Ajos glanced around. “Today has been a strange day.”
“If the stasis hold transmitted the location of the lost humans, the Tasqals will retaliate,” V’Alen said. “There is an eighty-five percent chance of that.”
Ajos swallowed hard.
The problem with V’Alen was that he was usually right in his calculations.
This was horrible news.
So many beings within the stasis hold, and a whole population of other beings on the base itself.
So many lives were in danger.
Xul became silent, and when Ajos looked at him, he realized the male was staring at his mate. There was something in the male’s eyes that he’d never seen in the many years that he’d known him.
The commander feared what this would mean.
Ajos’ gaze flicked to the human he’d rescued, the one who’d told him not to leave her, and he found her brown eyes on him.
There was a feeling within him, fueled by the intensity of her gaze.
If the signal had indeed transmitted their location, the entire base was in danger.
She was in danger.
And possibly, it was his past experiences still haunting him, or maybe this was some cruel plan of the creators, but he had the urge to do all he could to save this strange being.
This Keh-reh-nah…
To do all he could to protect her.
5
For the next few minutes, or it could have been a full hour—she didn’t know—the noise level within the strange chamber slowly receded.
There was still some sobbing from a few of the women. Kerena even saw a dark-haired lady who’d crawled behind one of the stasis pods and refused to come out.
For the first few minutes, she'd tried to find a familiar face, but she knew none of these people. Every single one of them was a stranger.
Of the entire group, though, four women seemed to work alongside the aliens.
Those four were all dressed in similar outfits: dark trousers and white tops.
Despite the chaos, there was still some organization there with the females in black and white seeming to be running the operation.
That made little sense. Had Athena been lying about them not being on Earth?
Why would aliens abduct us then have us order them around?
There was a huge alien with horns, one with blue skin and long white hair, and the C3PO—and they were passively observing.
For the most part, they didn’t interact with the humans.
Instead, they allowed the women in the black and white to take charge.
That’s when she let her gaze wander to her side.
The minty-teal alien was still by the gurney. He’d surprised her when he’d returned to stand beside her, and she didn’t know what to think of it.
Should she be concerned or was this his post and she was the one in the wrong spot?
As her gaze moved from his torso and went higher, she had to tilt her head a little so she could look at him.
He was tall—possibly the tallest person in the room—and she knew that for a fact because she was a solid six feet and he would tower over her if she stood.
He was dressed in a pale-colored shirt and dark pants. There was a sort of crude leather armor that protected his shoulders and upper arms, sort of like what she’d expect gladiators to wear minus the chest plate.
A three-fingered hand grasped a wicked-looking spear by his side, and she noticed that the same pale yellow that colored the protrusions on his temples was also present on his palm.
As her gaze moved downward, she almost fell off the gurney as she reached his legs. That’s when she noticed he was standing on entirely alien feet.
He was barefoot and two-toed. Balancing on the balls of his feet, he looked like he was standing in seven-inch heels, only without the actual heels.
He had hooves—that’s the closest thing she could compare them to.
It was impolite to stare, but as her gaze moved upward once more, she knew her eyes shone with marvel.
He was…absolutely magnificent.
He stood now, leaning against the wall but unlike the other aliens, who were keeping their distance and trying, she