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.

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

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

at each

on — another week and

“I’m sorry, child.”

first priest professes gravely, closing the distance between

would not do this if

I’ve ever experienced

screaming at me to run, to get away at

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

isn’t anywhere to

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 hand over my mouth before the

into his palm, but

wrenches me away from the door, propelling me further

legs, and I’m

thrash violently against their hold, my screams muffled and garbled as the priest continues

tang fanning the flames in my already

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

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

the wind for all the effort

the air, sounding

own, thick with grief and pain more complex than

voice, tinged with concern, joins the terrible

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating above me,

“We’re so close.”

are coming from, and the priests don’t seem to hear

i’m nothing more than a pawn in their game — tiny and helpless to

thrust onto the floor and

the other sits on my kicking legs, pulling his tool bag to

cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like moonlight, glowing in

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

in the fabric, winding it round and

against my sides and my legs tightly shut,

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

the silk falls over my mouth, the

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

breathe, though I

is awake but I’m trapped

can only lie there motionless, my brain screaming at my nerve endings and muscles to move, to do something – anything! But nothing happens because this isn’t a

prison, and I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? novelebook A bottle uncorking? For all the fabric’s

pungent, herbaceous fragrance a moment before drops of moisture

placed in deliberate patterns on my head,

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

time, but I refuse to give up hope for

speaking a