Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 175

#Chapter 175 — Bound Trigger warning — Assault (non-S**ual)

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 — begging to be

hiss, my body shuddering with these new

each

another week

“I’m sorry, child.”

first priest professes gravely, closing the distance

do this

unlike anything I’ve ever experienced

screaming at me to run, to get away

men intend will be far worse than anything the doctor or dormitory matron have

there isn’t anywhere

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

my teeth into his palm, but

from the door,

first man grabs my legs, and

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

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

for air and struggling to focus

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

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

distant keening pierces the air,

with grief and pain more complex

voice, tinged with concern, joins the

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating

“We’re so close.”

from,

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

thrust onto the

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

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

and airy, but when they begin wrapping it around my body, it

me in the fabric, winding it round and round like

arms are locked against my sides and my legs tightly shut, I’m completely

soon they’re wrapping my head, as if they intend

mouth, the priest finally removes his hand from

my gaping lips,

though I

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

do something – anything! But nothing

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

a moment before drops of moisture seep through the

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

my veins warning me that I won’t be able to

but I refuse to give up

speaking a language I

small room, carrying arcane power older than the

light explodes in my vision, blinding me