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.”

don’t understand.”I squeak, a sense of pure dread settling in

The second man proclaims, “And I’m sorry that this must happen, it will not be pleasant, but it

triggering every alarm bell in my young mind I know what men do to little girls under the guise

strange new energy deep in my bones. It pulses through me like a bolt

determination. “Her timing was sp0t on –

professes gravely, closing the distance between us. “We would not do this if there was another

over my senses. My instincts are screaming at me to run, to get away at any

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

stomach. My gorge rises, and I’m gagging, fighting for air and

my own, thick with grief

A deep voice, tinged with concern, joins the

voice,

them at all. They continue with their task with single-

the floor and pinned down. The first priest restrains my wrists while the other sits on my kicking legs, pulling his

begin wrapping it around my body, it tightens around me with the unyielding force of steel. They enclose me in the fabric,

and soon they’re wrapping my head, as if they intend to mummify 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 my gaping l!ps, locking my face into the contours of a silent

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 from which I can wake, this is real, and it’s only

walls of my silken prison, and I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of gla*s? The jostling of beads? A bottle unc0rking? FoI all the fabric’s strength, it does not stop me from feeling or smelling. My nose is

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

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 my head, and I’m sure I’ll never see