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.

of electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath my

I hiss, my body

at each other

another

“I’m sorry, child.”

first priest professes gravely, closing the distance

would not do this

unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, takes over my

are screaming at me to run, to get away at

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

there isn’t anywhere

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

teeth into his palm,

simply wrenches me away from the door,

legs,

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

seeps into my mouth, the metallic tang

gagging, fighting for air

to do or how to fight them — I’m powerless in their strong grips, and they

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

pierces the air,

deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain more complex than

tinged with

“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

nothing more than

the

on my kicking legs, pulling his tool

extracts a shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like moonlight, glowing in

it around my body, it tightens around me with the

winding it

against my sides and

can’t move a muscle in the fabric’s punishing grip, and soon they’re wrapping my head, as if they intend

my mouth, the priest finally removes his

before the moonlight closes over my gaping lips, locking my face into the contours of a

breathe, though I

– my mind is awake but I’m trapped in my own

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

outside the walls of my silken prison, and I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of gla*s?

with some pungent, herbaceous fragrance a moment before drops of moisture seep through the silk and onto my

stones or crystals placed in

fight the cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me

of time, but I refuse to

to chant then, speaking a

the small room, carrying arcane power

was only darkness a moment ago, but now blinding light explodes in my vision, blinding me – but I can’t close my eyes against