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.

thing writhes just beneath my skin, feral and rabid — begging to

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

each other

on — another week

“I’m sorry, child.”

priest professes gravely, closing

not do this

unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, takes over

me to run, to get away

me that whatever these men intend will be far worse

there isn’t anywhere to

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

teeth into his palm, but he doesn’t

wrenches me away from the door, propelling me

legs, and I’m

screams muffled and

the metallic tang fanning the

gagging, fighting for air and struggling to focus on

I’m

swaying in the wind for all the effort

pierces the

my own, thick with grief and pain more complex than

deep voice, tinged with concern, joins

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating above

“We’re so close.”

have no idea where these sounds 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 stop

onto the

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

it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like moonlight,

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

winding it round and

locked against my sides and my legs tightly

move a muscle in the fabric’s punishing grip, and soon they’re wrapping my head, as

the priest finally removes his hand from

the moonlight closes over my gaping lips, locking my face

breathe, though I don’t

come to life – my mind is awake but

my brain screaming at my nerve 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

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

herbaceous fragrance a moment before

or crystals placed in deliberate patterns on my

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

time, but I refuse to give up hope for

chant then, speaking a language I

swirl around the small room, carrying arcane

explodes in my vision, blinding me