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.

interrogation,” I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be

need

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

And then I step away,

rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to

you are. And what your people

just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all

his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then

of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward a

against

him shriek and twist in pain, but my

away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his

of the

people want with

narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

shaking his head and

on his face. “You are already…too

– really, truly laugh, as a crash

upstairs –

my heart stops as I

Ella

my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of it

shushing him quietly

–

at the glass of his

a little bird – maybe a squirrel

me when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping

to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the

coming for

–

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

window –

should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

hole he made with his fist, the rest of the

window cracking and

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts

behind me and screamed –

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

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

–

–

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

unnaturally fast

now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards