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…

But in 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 a bedside in

that little girl

It’s Cora.

my sister. The sister of my heart, my constant companion, but

it. Also the sister of my body. My true

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

“Why?”

tried, drowning as I am in her power. The Goddess shakes her head slowly, that small secret smile

had to love each other willingly, to want to save each other. Not because you had to, because it was some written

at her. “Go now,” she says. “Your time is

I can see that I am spilling power,

Cora cries, terror in her voice, tears streaking down her

feels like fire within me and for a moment I close my

wrench my eyes open, then, and look down at myself, at my legs

blood

Oh my god.

Cora’s face. “Cora,” I

–

plead with my sister, hear it somewhere across the square, but I

–

to take this from me – only she

me, and it will all

shout, almost screaming against the sound of explosions so close to us, gripping her hand as

– what?” She mumbles, her voice frantic.

”

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 my eyes, through my hand on hers, through the bond that has

with the knowledge of