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.

continue, lowering my voice and slowing my

if need be.”

then, by baring his teeth at me in a

then I step away, secretly grateful for it, because

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

he looks down at the man

your people want with my

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

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

standing behind

places it swiftly against the priest’s

body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

leg of the

people want with my

looks up at

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his

his face. “You are already…too late.”

as a

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the

– shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

–

heard a little tapping sound at the glass of

a little

a black–masked face calmly tapping on my

me. I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as he

coming for him.”

–

pulled back his

window –

don’t know how he did it – it should have broken his

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

of the window cracking

–

the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to

basinet behind

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

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

–

–

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

fast

in the lead is on his feet now, grinning at