The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 122- Ella’s Past Part 2

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains experiences of abuse and sexual assault – nothing explicit, but please take care reading!

Sinclair

Don’t shift, don’t shift, don’t shift. I think manically. Ella needs you.

Listening to Ella recount her childhood always makes me furious, but this time is worse than all the others. I’ve suspected that Ella suffered terrible traumas for some time now, but before this night I’d been able to pacify my outrage with the hope that I’m wrong.

No longer.

As Ella speaks, I wonder how she could ever imagine herself weak. I can’t even stand to listen to her story, but she actually lived it. She sacrificed herself for her sister, and she survived things I can only imagine.

the memory. Her unease gives my wolf the push he needed to put aside his

I liked it. I said no, but she just insisted that this

didn’t know who else to tell. I thought that since it was about my body, the doctor was the one who could help. There was no such thing as sex ed at the orphanage and no

I know she isn’t cold – and I know the worst isn’t over yet. “He took off my clothes and put me on the exam table… and then I’ll never forget the way he said, ‘now it’s very important that you be

so I have these nifty straps to help you.’ He pulled out restraints from under the table and

guessing more and more abuses, always demonstrating them on my body. They were far worse than anything she’d done… So I answered… I told him how to hurt me.” Ella is interrupted by my ferocious snarl, and she looks up at me for the

I knew how it made me feel: guilty, tainted, defiled… I never wanted it to happen again, but I was already broken, and there were other

go back in time and whisk Ella away from that horrible place before anyone could hurt her. Of course, that only would have meant other children would be hurt, which is how I already know what Ella did. My brave, brilliant little

be touched… I figured I couldn’t be ruined more than I already was, and it was better than allowing someone else to be destroyed.” Ella shares, confirming my fears but also magnifying my despair by explaining her logic. “The matron came almost every night… and the doctor would call me in for check ups every

I ran away. I invited the other girls to run with us, but most were more afraid of living on the street than they were of the matron. Luckily

are clamped so tightly on Ella I’m afraid I must be hurting her, but she doesn’t complain. She’s still crying, but her muscles have unwound now that her story is complete. There are tears in my own

only live outside during the summers, and we tried to stay away through the first winter, but eventually the police found us squatting in an abandoned building and returned us to the orphanage. When we got back they had both been fired. Apparently a state inspection was run and the

I am, particularly for the doctor. We’ll just see how he likes being tied up and gagged. How much he enjoys pain and having things