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.

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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

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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

if need be.”

himself a brave man, then, by baring his

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for it, because

muscles are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to take my place.

commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the

you are. And what your people want with my brother’s child.”

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

him blandly for a moment and

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

places it swiftly against

flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack

again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to

with my nephew.”

narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and

priest says, shaking his head and holding his

on his face. “You are already…too late.”

he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

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

shushing him quietly as

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tapping sound at the glass of his

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face

my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed

for him.” (2)

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

window –

how he did it – it should have broken his hand

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

cracking and shattering

–

only half an instant later, my instincts came back to me,

basinet behind me and

and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me, as

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

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more more men behind him, working their way

unnaturally fast

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