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

away!” I hiss, my body shuddering

at each other with grim

— another week and we’d be too

“I’m sorry, child.”

gravely, closing

would not do this if there was

unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before,

instincts are screaming at me to run, to get away

worse than anything the doctor or

there isn’t

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 before

sink my teeth into his

from the door, propelling me

man grabs my legs, and I’m

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

tang

gagging, fighting for air and struggling to focus on my

— I’m powerless in their strong grips, and they seem completely unaffected by

the wind for all the effort they expend to contain

keening pierces the air,

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

voice, tinged with concern,

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating

“We’re so close.”

coming from, and the priests don’t seem to hear them

focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn in their game —

thrust onto the floor and pinned

first priest restrains my wrists while the other sits on

silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like

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

the fabric, winding it round

are locked against my sides and my legs tightly shut, I’m completely

punishing grip, and soon they’re wrapping my head, as if

silk 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

breathe, though I don’t understand

come to life – my mind is awake

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,

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

filled with some pungent, herbaceous fragrance a moment before

stones or crystals placed in

that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that

but I refuse to give up hope

chant then, speaking

carrying arcane power older than the world

in my vision, blinding