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.”

pure dread settling in the pit of my

it will

Their words are triggering every alarm bell in my young mind I

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,

each other with grim determination. “Her timing was sp0t on – another week and

gravely, closing the distance between us. “We would not

over my senses. My instincts

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

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 what to do or how to fight them – I’m powerless in their strong grips, and they seem completely unaffected by my attacks. I might as

keening pierces the air, sounding very far away. The cries are deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain more

deep voice, tinged with concern, joins

voice, floating

with their task with single- minded focus, and i’m

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

soft and airy, but when they begin wrapping it around my body, it tightens around me with the unyielding force of steel. They enclose me in the fabric, winding it

mummify me alive. Just before the silk falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes his hand from my mouth. A

trapped in my own body, unable to move or speak. I can only lie there motionless, my brain screaming at

clink of gla*s? The jostling of beads? A bottle unc0rking? FoI all the fabric’s strength, it does not stop me

c.hest, arms and legs. I’m still desperately trying to fight the cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that I won’t be able to fight much

than the world itself. There was only darkness a moment ago, but now blinding light explodes in my