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.

like a bolt of electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath my

away!” I hiss, my

look at each other with grim

another week

“I’m sorry, child.”

priest professes gravely, closing the distance

not do this if there was

I’ve ever

me to run,

me that whatever these men intend will be far worse than anything the doctor or dormitory

there isn’t anywhere

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

my teeth into his palm, but he doesn’t

the door, propelling me

legs,

hold, my screams muffled and garbled as

into my mouth, the metallic tang fanning the flames in my

gorge rises, and I’m gagging, fighting for air and struggling to focus on

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

in the wind for all the effort they expend

distant keening pierces the

cries are deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain

voice, tinged with concern, joins the terrible

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

floating

“We’re so close.”

where these sounds are coming from, and the priests

single-minded focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn in their game — tiny and helpless to stop

thrust onto the floor and pinned

other sits on

cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like moonlight,

around my body, it

it round and round like a

are locked against my sides

and soon they’re wrapping my

the silk falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes his

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

to breathe, though I

mind is awake but

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

around outside the walls of my silken prison, and I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of glass? The

before drops of moisture seep through the silk

stones or crystals placed in

fight the cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that I won’t be able to fight much

time, but I refuse to give

then, speaking a language I do

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