Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 266 – True Sister

Ella

The power comes slow, at first, and I feel like a dry terracotta pot into which the first drips of rain begin to fall. But then, as my body beings to take in the power, to soak it up like thirsty clay, the power starts to fall into me like a summer storm. It soaks every bit of me, splashing against my tired soul like a cooling salve.

But then, even when I feel I’ve had enough, it keeps coming, and coming. The storm of power in me grows until it becomes a monsoon, until it fills me, overflows me. Until it reaches my throat, threatening to fill my mouth, my nose, my lungs. I tilt my head back, desperate to keep above the tide, but it’s ceaseless.

I gasp, struggling, but I can feel it trickling around the edges of my mouth, finding its way in despite my efforts –

If only I’d had more time – if only I were stronger but I can’t fight this – it’s too much

–

I spit, trying to keep the water out of my mouth, but it pours in and I gasp against it, coughing as the power fills my lungs.

“Ella!”

Only a sliver of me can hear Cora’s shout the rest of me is gone, consumed by the power, by the knowledge is gives me, by the way it fills me, possesses me, chokes me with its strength

I can feel her hands on my shoulders, but then, suddenly – I’m gone

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My mind is filled entirely within the power now and I feel myself weakly working to swim through it, to get to the top, to come up for air. But my arms – they can’t seem to push through, to lift me. I gasp again, desperate for air, and the power floods down my throat, filling me, consuming me, grasping every edge of my body until my vision goes not black, but totally white.

And then, what I see next…

this moment, in my greatest weakness, I’ve finally realized it. That she is the only one who can help. Because there, in my weakest moment, my mother gives me a gift. A single image of her kneeling by

that little

It’s Cora.

sister. The sister of my heart, my

know it. Also the sister of my

towards me and gives me a small smile. “Two,daughters,” she says, soft. “One of wolf, one of human born. To unite the worlds.

“Why?”

than ask it. I couldn’t form the words if I tried, drowning as I am in her power. The

to love each other willingly, to want to save each other. Not because you had

at her. “Go now,” she says.

that, my eyes fly open in the real world then and I can see that I am spilling power, overflowing with light, but I’m laying flat on the steps of the temple,

in her voice, tears streaking down

like fire within me and for a moment I close my eyes, trying to fight against the pain in my

and look down at myself,

blood everywhere

Oh my god.

rip my eyes back to Cora’s face. “Cora,” I

–

hear his voice as I plead with my sister,

–

from me – only she

she can – or it will kill me, and it will

the sound of explosions so close to us, gripping her hand as hard as I can.

what?” She mumbles, her voice frantic.

”

can,” I say, locking my eyes on hers, her hand gripped in mine like a vice. “You are my sister, Cora.” I stare into her gaze then, transmitting the truth through

suddenly, with the