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.

lowering my voice and slowing my

need be.”

a brave man, then, by baring his

makes him faulter. And then I step away,

to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to take

crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the chair,”

And what your people want

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

laughter in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly

standing behind the priest who whips

places it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

body, making him shriek and twist

goes a

kicking the leg of the chair to

with

as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

smile growing on his face.

as a crash of

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one

him quietly as

–

at

towards it curiously, expecting a little bird –

when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on

to ice as I froze, as he

for him.”

–

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

window –

how he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have those

into the room through the hole he made with

window cracking and

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to me, and I

behind me and

into the corner now, Rafe

the foot of the window. As

–

–

their way up to

unnaturally fast

feet now, grinning