Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

I turn on my heel and run away as fast as my feet will carry me.

My would-be kidnappers curse and soon their footsteps are pounding into the pavement behind me. I fly through the sleeping city, careful to make sure I travel in the opposite direction Cora ran. I hadn’t been sure they’d both follow me when another target was still within reach, but it seems their outrage over being duped by a little girl was strong enough to make them focus on me.

I know I need to find some place to hide, or some way to lose them. I’m small and fast, but my pursuers have longer legs and are probably in much better shape than I am. I can’t remember the last time I ate, let alone the last time I exercised for any reason other than survival. I turn towards the park in the center of the valley – the trees are dense and there’s little to no light, plus I’ve always had a talent for seeing in the darkness… at least I used to.

My adrenaline pushes me to sprint away from the men, even though my head is telling me to pace myself. I don’t risk looking over my shoulder, I simply run until my lungs are burning and my sides are splitting with cramps. Still, I don’t let myself slow down. I push through the pain and exhaustion, forcing myself to take longer strides, to move faster still.

I feel a slight flash of relief, when I reach the forest, bounding into the cover of the trees and veering away from the path. I leap over fallen logs and plow through the thick undergrowth, wondering if I should keep running or attempt to climb a tree.

An angry shout sounds behind me, and I realize my pursuers are closer than I knew. My heart stutters with raw panic, but I keep going, panting with the effort of drawing air.

Blood rushes in my ears, and though I can feel b.ranches and thorns scraping my legs, I don’t feel any pain. My frantic brain hallucinates the sound of a wolf howling in the distance, then two more join the cry and my eyes flit around the woods, searching for unseen predators. We’re deep in the forest now, and all at once I realize this was the worst possible place I could have chosen to flee.

I’ve always felt safe in the forest, but it seems my eyesight is not as sharp as I remember amidst this pitch blackness, and I’ve led my attackers away from the bustling city – from any witnesses or bystanders that might step in to help me.

I’m slowing down, no matter how hard I try to carry on. I was running on fumes to begin with, and my adrenaline can only do so much. No! I think frantically, keep going! If they catch you it’s all over. They’ll sell you to a brothel or to some monster like the Doctor. Nọ one will be left to protect Cora. You have to fight!

of energy gives me a fleeting sense of hope. I pick up speed once more, but in doing so I move too fast to adequately take in my surroundings. My foot catches on a protruding rock, and I tumble to the ground, rolling and crashing through the undergrowth. I finally come to a

bruised and bleeding, and I feel as if I’ve been punched in the stomach, my lungs temporarily

you stupid girl.” The first remarks, “How are we supposed to get a good price for

before we can take her to auction, so there’s really no

asking for it, besides I doubt a pretty thing like this is still pure anyw ay. You remember how she offered herself up for her friend. The little hussy is just

let’s not disappoint her.” The second declares, reaching for his belt. “Don’t worry slut, we’ll make this good for

my eyes. I know what

words fill me with a well of humiliation deeper than I can fathom. It’s not my fault I’m not pure, it’s not my fault I look this way.. it isn’t fair. What have

hurt me worse, and if I don’t they’ll insist that I like it. I look around the forest, searching for some escape, some

when I see two robed figures a dozen meters away, illuminated in a shaft of moonlight between the trees. I don’t recognize the men, and yet they seem strangely familiar. They stand there motionless, their hands clasped as they watch the scene with my kidnappers unfold. Their wrinkled faces are drawn in frowns, but they don’t make a sound. They don’t move to help me, or acknowledge my terror… they

grumbles, sounding annoyed that my full

strange men, I’m still staring at the pair with desperation, silently begging them to help me but

across my cheekbone. I hear myself cry out, even though I hate giving them the satisfaction. My vision goes black for a moment, then fills with stars as I blink up at the men in confusion. Any hope I’d kept alive dies as I accept the fact that no rescue

gravity, the reality of that future slams into me, and suddenly my stomach is rising into my throat. I vomit onto the ground beside me, and the men leap back in disgust. “You idiot, you hit her too

want to get

my feet, and then I’m being wrenched across the cold, hard

be violated, I won’t have to remember it. Then something glints in my periphery, like silver and starlight. It’s just a flash, buried among the leaf litter and course woody debris