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.

too glad to take me instead of Cora.” Ella continues, shuddering with the memory. Her unease gives my wolf the push he

started touching me in ways I didn’t like or understand. She made me touch her too, and she never stopped talking. She told me how pretty I was over and over, and kept asking me if I liked it. I said no, but she just insisted that this was a special, secret game I was lucky to play. She said everything I was feeling might be confusing, but it was good and right and natural. She said it took practice, but that we’d have plenty of time… Afterwards she

my heart I knew what had happened was wrong, and I 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 one else ever talked to us about our bodies. At first I was relieved to tell someone. The doctor seemed

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 still,

pulled out restraints from under the table and strapped me

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 first time since she

did those things, but I knew how it made me feel: guilty, tainted,

no. No, no, no – tell me she didn’t! I have a horrible sick feeling in my stomach, and I wish I could 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 mate would never stand by and let

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 few weeks. I hated those visits

he raped me, and that’s when Cora and 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

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 eyes, and I can only kiss and caress my sweet mate as I process everything she shared. “Are they still there? The matron and the

in an abandoned building and returned us to the orphanage. When we got back they had both been fired. Apparently a state inspection was

revenges than 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