The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Ella

“It’s all right, Ella” The first priest says, approaching me as one might a skittish horse with slow, measured movements and hands exposed to show he holds no weapon. “We only want to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” I question shakily, my back flush against the locked door.

“You have a very powerful magic inside you, and if it’s allowed to come out you’ll be exposed. We can’t let that happen.” He explains, using a tone much too gentle to be trustworthy. It’s as though he’s trying to trick me, to convince me he’s kind when he truly intends malice.

“I don’t have any magic.” I insist, wishing that I did.

Maybe if I was magic I might be able to put a stop to the things happening here – to protect the others without bringing harm to myself. I was so preoccupied with this statement thatI almost missed the second piece of information. “Exposed to what?”

“You do, it just hasn’t shown itself yet.” The second priest sighs, keeping his distance but watching me with sharp eyes. “At least not in ways you understand. Tell me, have you never noticed how much stronger you are than your peers? That you can hear and smell things from much greater distances? That you can run faster, jump higher,- suffer greater injuries with less pain?” He inquires, his hawkish gaze searing into me, “do they not follow you? Gravitate to your side and obey you as a leader?”

My head spins, making me dizzy with the possibilities. He guesses correctly, but that can’t be because I have some sort of special power. It’s just the way things are. isn’t it?

“And exposed to a world you cannot yet join.” The first man adds. “It must happen when the time is right- but that time is a very long way off.”

sense of pure dread

man proclaims, “And I’m sorry that this must happen, it will not

my head, fighting back tears. Their words are triggering every alarm bell in my young mind I know what men do to little girls under the guise of necessity, the pretense of

bl00d runs cold, and my pulse races, triggering a strange new energy deep in my bones. It pulses through me like a bolt

“Her timing was sp0t

sorry, child.” The first priest professes gravely, closing the distance between us. “We would not do this if there

My instincts are screaming at

am bearing down on me. I try to scream, but the second priest clamps his hand over my mouth before the sound

against their hold, my screams muffled and garbled as the priest continues to smother me. His bl00d seeps into my mouth, the metallic tang fanning the flames in my already sour stomach. My gorge rises, and I’m gagging, fighting for air and struggling to focus on my escape. I don’t know what to do or how to fight them – I’m powerless in their strong grips, and they seem completely unaffected by my attacks. I might as well be a feather swaying in the wind

my own, thick

tinged with concern, joins the terrible

voice, floating above me, replies. “We’re

the priests don’t seem to hear them at all. They continue with their task with single- minded focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn in

my wrists while the

shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like moonlight, glowing in the darkness. It looks soft and airy, but when they begin wrapping it around my body, it tightens around me with the unyielding force of steel.

the silk falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes

screaming at my nerve endings

can hear the priests rummaging around outside the walls of my silken prison, and I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? A bottle unc0rking? FoI all the fabric’s strength, it does not stop me from feeling or smelling. My nose is filled with some pungent, herbaceous fragrance a moment before drops of moisture seep through

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