Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

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.

through me like a bolt of electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath my skin, feral and rabid

go away!” I hiss, my body shuddering with these

at each other with grim

on — another week and

“I’m sorry, child.”

first priest professes gravely, closing the

this

ever experienced before, takes

screaming at me to run, to get

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

there isn’t anywhere to

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

my teeth into his palm, but he doesn’t even

away from the

first man grabs my legs, and I’m

against their hold, my screams muffled and

the metallic tang fanning the flames in my

gagging, fighting for air and

do or how to fight them — I’m powerless in their strong grips, and

swaying in the wind for

keening pierces the air, sounding very

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

with concern,

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

voice, floating

“We’re so close.”

sounds are coming from, and

nothing more than a pawn in their game — tiny and helpless

the floor and pinned

my wrists while the other sits on

shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like

wrapping it around my

it

my sides and my legs tightly shut, I’m completely

punishing grip, and soon they’re wrapping my head, as if they intend to

falls over my mouth, the priest finally

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

able to breathe, though I

– my mind is awake but I’m trapped in my own

lie there motionless, my brain screaming at my nerve endings and muscles to move, to do something – anything! But nothing happens because this

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

a moment before drops of moisture seep through the silk and

my body, stones or crystals placed in deliberate patterns on my head, chest, arms and

fight the cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that I

of time, but I refuse to give

to chant then, speaking a