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 bolt of electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath my skin, feral and rabid — begging to

hiss, my body shuddering with these

each

on — another week and we’d be too

“I’m sorry, child.”

first priest professes gravely,

do this if

ever experienced before, takes over my

instincts are screaming at me to

far worse

isn’t anywhere to

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

my teeth into his palm, but

from the door, propelling me

grabs my legs, and I’m

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

blood seeps into my mouth, the metallic tang fanning

gorge rises, and I’m gagging, fighting for

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

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

pierces the air, sounding very

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

tinged with concern, joins

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating above

“We’re so close.”

coming from, and the priests don’t seem

continue with their task with single-minded focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn in their game — tiny and helpless to

onto the

first priest restrains my wrists while the other sits on my kicking legs, pulling his tool bag to

it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like

when they begin wrapping it around

enclose me in the fabric, winding it round and round

my sides and my legs tightly shut,

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

mouth, the priest

before the moonlight closes over my gaping lips, locking my face

though

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

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

the sounds: the clink of gla*s? The jostling of beads? novelebook A bottle uncorking? For

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

or crystals placed in deliberate patterns on my head,

cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that I won’t be

I know I’m running out of time, but I refuse to give up hope for

then, speaking a language I

around the small room, carrying arcane power older

light explodes in my vision, blinding me – but I can’t close my eyes