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.

wild thing writhes just beneath my skin,

hiss, my body shuddering with these new

men look at each other with

— another week and we’d be

“I’m sorry, child.”

gravely, closing the distance between

not do this if

anything I’ve ever experienced before, takes

are screaming at me to run, to get

that whatever these men intend will be far worse than anything the

isn’t

got a bolted door at my back and two attackers far larger and stronger than I am bearing down

his palm, but

from the door, propelling me

my legs, and I’m lifted off the

muffled

mouth, the metallic tang

gagging, fighting for air and struggling to

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

feather swaying in the

keening pierces the air, sounding

deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain more complex than the sheer fright in my own panicked

tinged with concern, joins the terrible

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating above

“We’re so close.”

sounds are coming from,

than a pawn in their game

thrust onto the floor and pinned

on my kicking legs, pulling his tool bag to his

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

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

enclose me in the fabric, winding it round

sides and my legs tightly shut,

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

falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes his hand from

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

to breathe, though I don’t understand

mind is awake but I’m trapped in my

nerve endings and muscles to move, to do something – anything! But nothing happens because this isn’t a dream from which I can

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 fabric’s strength, it does not stop me

herbaceous fragrance a moment before drops of moisture seep through

stones or crystals placed in deliberate patterns on my head,

cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that

out of time, but I refuse to give up hope for

begin to chant then, speaking a language I do

small room, carrying arcane power older than

moment ago, but now blinding light explodes in my vision, blinding

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