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 slowing my

if need be.”

himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But

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

ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger

us,” Roger commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the

what your people want with my

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

at him

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

swiftly against the priest’s

bolt flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but

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

the chair to get the priest’s

people want with my

at Roger again and just huffs

says, shaking his head and holding

smile growing on his

he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream erupts

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize

Ella

sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of

him quietly

–

tapping sound at the glass of his window –

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a

when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window,

I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet

for him.” (2)

–

so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made a

window –

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

the hole he made with his fist, the rest

the window cracking and

–

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

basinet behind me and

into the corner now, Rafe in

at the foot of the window.

–

–

working their way up to the window and through

fast

his feet now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards