Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 176

#Chapter 176 — Bound Trigger warning — Assault (non-sexual)

Ella

“It’s all right, Ella.”

The first priest says, approaching me as one might a skittish horse — with slow, measured movements and hands exposed to show he holds no weapon.

“We only want to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” I question shakily, my back flush against the locked door.

“You have a very powerful magic inside you, and if it’s allowed to come out you’ll be exposed.We can’t let that happen.” He explains, using a tone much too gentle to be trustworthy.

It’s as though he’s trying to trick me, to convince me he’s kind when he truly intends malice.

“I don’t have any magic.” I insist, wishing that I did.

Maybe if I was magic I might be able to put a stop to the things happening here — to protect the others without bringing harm to myself.I was so preoccupied with this statement that I almost missed the second piece of information.

“Exposed to what?”

“You do, it just hasn’t shown itself yet.”

The second priest sighs, keeping his distance but watching me with sharp eyes.

“At least not in ways you understand.Tell me, have you never noticed how much stronger you are than your peers? That you can hear and smell things from much greater distances? That you can run faster, jump higher, suffer greater injuries with less pain?”

He inquires, his hawkish gaze searing into me, “do they not follow you? Gravitate to your side and obey you as a leader?”

My head spins, making me dizzy with the possibilities.He guesses correctly, but that can’t be because I have some sort of special power.It’s just the way things are…isn’t it? “And exposed to a world you cannot yet join.”

The first man adds.

“It must happen when the time is right – but that time is a very long way off.”

“I don’t understand.”

I squeak, a sense of pure dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

“We know, Ella.”

The second man proclaims, “And I’m sorry that this must happen, it will not be pleasant, but it is necessary for the future of our people.”I shake my head, fighting back tears.

Their words are triggering every alarm bell in my young mind.I know what men do to little girls under the guise of necessity, the pretense of helping or protecting.

And I know exactly how unpleasant things can get.

My blood runs cold, and my pulse races, triggering a strange new energy deep in my bones.

electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath my skin, feral and rabid

go away!” I hiss, my body

each

was spot on — another week and we’d

“I’m sorry, child.”

professes gravely, closing the distance between

not do this if there was

unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before,

instincts are screaming at me to run, to get away at any

intend will be far worse than anything the doctor or dormitory matron have ever inflicted on

there isn’t anywhere to

two attackers far larger and stronger than I am bearing down on me.I try to scream, but the second priest clamps

his palm, but he

wrenches me away from the door, propelling me further into the

man grabs my legs, and

hold, my screams muffled and garbled as the priest continues to

into my mouth, the metallic tang

gagging, fighting for air

to fight them — I’m powerless in their strong grips, and they seem completely unaffected

a feather swaying in the wind for all the

pierces the air, sounding very far

cries are deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain more complex than the sheer fright in my own panicked

voice, tinged with concern, joins

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating

“We’re so close.”

are coming from, and the priests

single-minded focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn in their

the

on my kicking legs, pulling his

extracts a shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlescent

wrapping it around

it

arms are locked against my sides and my legs tightly shut, I’m

in the fabric’s punishing grip, and soon they’re wrapping my

the priest

second of my scream escapes before the moonlight closes over my gaping lips, locking my face

breathe, though I don’t

one of my nightmares come to life – my mind is awake but I’m trapped in my own

brain screaming at my nerve endings and muscles to move, to do something – anything! But nothing

sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? novelebook A bottle uncorking? For all the fabric’s strength, it does not stop me from feeling or

herbaceous fragrance a moment before drops of

crystals placed in deliberate patterns on my head,

cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that I won’t be

out of time, but I refuse to give up

chant then, speaking a

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