Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 179

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 thatI 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.”

squeak, a sense of pure dread settling in the

happen, it will not be pleasant, but it is necessary for the future of

tears. Their words are triggering every alarm bell in my young mind I know what men do to little girls under the guise

I know exactly how unpleasant things can get. My bl00d runs cold, and my pulse races, triggering a strange new energy deep in my bones. It pulses through me like a bolt of electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath my skin, feral and

other with grim determination. “Her timing

sorry, child.” The first priest professes gravely, closing the distance between us. “We

I’ve ever experienced before, takes over my senses. My instincts are screaming at me

tell me that whatever these men intend will be far worse than anything the doctor or dormitory matron have ever inflicted on me. But there isn’t anywhere to run. I’ve got a bolted door at my 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 the sound can escape. I sink my teeth into his palm, but he doesn’t even flinch. He simpły wrenches me away from the door, propelling me further into the

His bl00d seeps into my mouth, the metallic tang fanning the flames in my already sour stomach. My gorge rises, and I’m gagging, fighting for air and struggling to focus on my escape. I don’t know

air, sounding very far away. The cries are deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain more complex than the sheer fright in my own

voice, tinged with concern,

a litle more.” A second voice, floating above me, replies. “We’re

coming from, and the priests don’t seem to hear them at all. They continue with their task with

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

around my body, it tightens around me with the unyielding force of steel. They

me alive. Just before the silk falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes his hand from my mouth. A half second of my scream escapes before the moonlight closes over

but I’m trapped in my own body, unable to move or speak. I 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

all the fabric’s strength, it does not stop me from feeling or smelling. My nose is filled with some pungent, herbaceous fragrance

that foreign electricity in my veins warning

priests begin to chant then, speaking a language I do not recognize. There words swirl around the small room, carrying arcane power older than the world itself. There was only darkness a moment ago, but now blinding light explodes in my vision, blinding me – but I can’t close my eyes against it. The light is so searing that pain stabs in