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 words, “will

need be.”

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

him faulter. And then I step away, secretly

ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger

looks down

people want with

at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all

Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then

behind the priest who whips

places it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

him shriek and twist in

goes a little slack in his

leg of the chair to get the priest’s

want with my

the priest looks up at Roger again and

the priest says, shaking his

his face. “You are already…too

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

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

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

him quietly as he falls asleep

–

little tapping sound at the

towards it curiously, expecting a little bird

a black–masked

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

coming for him.” (2)

–

pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and crashed

window –

have broken his

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

the window cracking and shattering around him

–

the floor, only half an instant later,

rolling basinet behind me

away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

at the foot of the window. As

–

–

their way up to the

fast –

lead is on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to prowl