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.

thing writhes just beneath

my

look at each other with grim

was spot on — another week and we’d

“I’m sorry, child.”

gravely, closing

do this if

anything I’ve ever experienced before,

instincts are screaming at me to

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

there isn’t anywhere

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

into his palm, but

wrenches me away from the

my legs, and I’m lifted

hold, my screams muffled

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

gorge rises, and I’m gagging, fighting for

don’t know what to do or how to fight them — I’m powerless in their strong grips, and

well be a feather swaying in the wind for all

the

pain more complex than the

tinged with concern,

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating above me,

“We’re so close.”

from, and the

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

thrust onto the

priest restrains my wrists while the other sits on my kicking legs, pulling

shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like

airy, but when they begin wrapping it around my body, it tightens around me with the unyielding

winding it round and

my sides and my legs tightly

move a muscle in the fabric’s punishing grip, and soon they’re wrapping my head, as if they intend

silk falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes

before the moonlight closes over my gaping

breathe, though I don’t understand

mind is awake but I’m trapped in my own body, unable to move or

– anything! But nothing happens because this isn’t a dream from which I can wake, this is real, and it’s

to identify the sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? novelebook

fragrance a moment before drops of moisture seep through the silk and onto my

placed in deliberate patterns on my head, chest, arms

foreign electricity in my veins warning

running out of time, but

chant then, speaking a language I do