Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 330 – Protecting my Own

Sinclair

I growl down at the man before me, who is younger than I thought he would be, for one with

such power. He has thick black hair and a day’s worth of stubble on his thin cheeks. The man

glares up at me with dark, angry eyes and opens his mouth to speak but before he can, I slap him

– hard with an open palm.

–

The man gasps with surprise and pain, his eyes going wide as he stares down at the floor, and I

smirk. I doubt this man has been slapped anytime recently, if ever. He has the smug look of

someone used to being in charge.

But he’s in my house now.

“You’ll speak when we tell you to speak,” I growl, and then I turn to the head of my

–

reconnaissance team, who is standing against the wall, his hands on his knees, panting a little.

Craig isn’t a small man to see him so undone by the efforts suggests that this diminutive priest

is, indeed, powerful in other ways.

“How did you catch him?” I snap. Craig looks up at me and does his best to straighten up.

“We followed the leads, sir,” he replies, looking me in the eyes, “that we gleaned from the

conversation with the other priest, who wished to remain anonymous. They were…fruitful. We

found this one’s lair, for lack of a better word. It was actually in a sewer -in an abandoned

maintenance room. He was living there doing…” Craig hesitates and then shrugs. “Forgive me, Sir,

for the dramatic language, but ‘arcane magics‘ are the only words coming to my mind now. Lizard

skins…and and snail shells, in jars – he had a cauldron –”

“Thank you,” I say, interrupting and nodding towards the head of my investigative team. “You.

will give your details to Alastair, as soon as you can. For now, though I want everyone here for

the interrogation.” I lean forward towards the priest, who watches me with wary eyes and a

clenched jaw.

voice and

need

proves himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a little

makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for it, because

are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps

his arms crossed as he looks down at

what your people want with my brother’s

too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he growls, a

stares at him blandly for a moment

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward

against the priest’s neck.

priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but

priest goes a little

kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s

want with

as the priest looks up at Roger again

the priest says, shaking his

on his

laugh, as a

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on

shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when –

–

sound at the glass of his

little bird

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly

as I froze, as

for him.”

–

seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and

the window –

it should have broken his hand – Sinclair

the hole he made with his fist, the rest of

the window cracking and

–

only half an instant later, my instincts came back

rolling basinet behind me and screamed

the rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe

feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my

–

–

are more more men behind him, working their way up to the window

unnaturally fast

man in the lead is on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to