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.

my voice and slowing my words, “will be long, and

if need be.”

his teeth at me in a little snarl. But I

makes him faulter. And then I

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

crossed as he looks down at the man

are. And what your people want

that shows all of his

him blandly for a moment and then

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

shriek and twist

The priest goes a little slack in his chair, panting.

leg of the

with my nephew.”

at

his head and holding his gaze. “Because,” he

growing on his face. “You are already…too

really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s

always is – shushing him quietly as he falls

–

at the

curiously, expecting a little bird –

black–masked face calmly tapping on my window, grinning

body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly

for him.”

–

then it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made a

the window

he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

his body, head–first, into the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest

of the window cracking and

–

an instant later,

child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

rocking chair away and back into the

to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

him, working their way up to the window

unnaturally fast

his feet now, grinning at