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.

wild thing writhes just

I hiss, my body shuddering with

men look at each other

timing was spot on — another week and we’d be

“I’m sorry, child.”

priest professes gravely,

would not do this if there

terror, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced

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

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

there isn’t

and two attackers far larger and stronger than I am bearing down on me.I try

teeth into his palm, but he doesn’t

wrenches me away from the

grabs my legs, and

my screams muffled and garbled as the priest continues

the metallic tang

gagging, fighting for air

I’m powerless in their strong grips, and they seem completely unaffected by my

well be a feather swaying in the wind for all the effort they expend to contain

pierces the air, sounding very

thick with grief and pain more complex than the sheer fright in

tinged with concern, joins the terrible

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

voice, floating

“We’re so close.”

coming from, and the

more than a pawn in their game — tiny and helpless to stop

onto the floor

the other sits on my kicking

shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen

looks soft and airy, but when they begin wrapping it around my body, it tightens around me with the unyielding force of

fabric, winding it

are locked against my sides and

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

falls over my mouth, the priest

scream escapes before the moonlight closes over my gaping

able to breathe, though I don’t

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

endings and muscles to move, to do something – anything! But nothing happens because this isn’t a dream from which I can wake, this is real, and it’s only the

I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? novelebook A bottle uncorking? For

some pungent, herbaceous fragrance a moment before

stones or crystals placed in

electricity in my veins warning me that I

out of time, but I refuse

priests begin to chant then, speaking a language I do

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