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 be

hiss, my body

look at each other with grim

another week and

“I’m sorry, child.”

first priest professes gravely, closing the distance

not do this if there

I’ve ever experienced before, takes over

to

be far worse than anything the doctor or

there isn’t anywhere to

bolted door at my back and two attackers far larger and stronger than I am bearing down on me.I try to scream,

into his palm, but

away from the door, propelling me further

legs,

screams muffled and garbled as the priest continues to

the metallic tang fanning the flames

gorge rises, and I’m gagging, fighting for air and struggling to

them — I’m powerless in their

be a feather swaying in the wind for all the effort

keening pierces the

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

with concern,

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

floating above me,

“We’re so close.”

idea where these sounds are coming from, and the priests don’t seem to

with single-minded focus, and i’m nothing more than a

onto the

restrains my wrists while the other sits on my

it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering

begin wrapping it around my body, it tightens

it round

are locked against my sides and

fabric’s punishing grip, and soon they’re

my mouth, the priest finally removes

scream escapes before the moonlight closes over my gaping lips,

to breathe, though I

awake but I’m trapped in my own body, unable

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

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 fabric’s

a moment before drops of moisture seep through the

stones or crystals placed in

electricity in my veins warning me that I

time, but I refuse to give up hope

to chant then, speaking

around the small room, carrying arcane

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