The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 266

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 –

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.

then, what I

she is. But in this moment, in my greatest weakness, I’ve finally realized it. That

bedside in the orphanage, pressing a kiss to a little girl’s forehead as she whispers the word “daughter” lightly against her

little girl isn’t me. It’s Cora. Cora, my sister. The sister of my heart, my constant companion, but also.

small smile. “Two daughters,” she says, soft.

form the words if I tried, drowning as I am in her power. The Goddess

willingly, to want to save each other. Not because you had to, because

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

I can see that I am spilling

terror in her voice, tears streaking

gaping breath, then, which feels like fire within me and for a moment I close

look down at myself, at

blood everywhere

I rip my eyes back to Cora’s face. “Cora,” I

his voice as I plead with my sister, hear it

from me – only she can – or it will kill

to us, gripping her hand as hard as I can. “TAKE IT, Cora! Take the gift, and give

voice frantic. “Ella – I can’t

vice. “You are my sister, Cora.” I stare into

suddenly, with

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