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.

a wild thing writhes just beneath my skin, feral and

I hiss, my body

look at each other with grim

on — another week and we’d be

“I’m sorry, child.”

professes gravely,

would not do this if there

I’ve ever experienced

instincts are screaming at me to run,

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

isn’t anywhere to

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

into his

from the door, propelling

grabs my legs, and I’m lifted

my screams muffled and

tang fanning

fighting for air

— I’m powerless in their

well be a feather swaying in the wind for all the effort

the air, sounding very

with grief and pain more complex than the sheer fright in my own

voice, tinged with concern, joins the terrible

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating above

“We’re so close.”

where these sounds are coming from,

focus, and i’m nothing more than a

thrust onto the floor and pinned

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

cloth, it’s pearlescent

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

me in the fabric, winding it round and round like

my arms are locked against my sides and

soon they’re wrapping my head, as if

before the silk falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes his hand

my scream escapes before the moonlight closes over my

able to breathe, though I don’t

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

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

can hear the priests rummaging around outside the walls of my silken prison, and I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of gla*s? The jostling of beads? novelebook A bottle uncorking? For all the

fragrance a moment before drops of moisture seep

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

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

of time, but I refuse to give up

then, speaking

small room, carrying arcane power

but now blinding light explodes in my vision,