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.

I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my

need

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

faulter. And then I

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

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

what your people want

man just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of

at him

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

it swiftly against the

the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my man, well

goes a little slack in

the leg of the chair

people want with my nephew.”

looks up at

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

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

laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream

upstairs –

stops as I recognize

Ella

tense, in my rocking chair by

shushing him quietly as

–

heard a little tapping sound at the glass of his window

expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

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

as I froze, as

coming for

–

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

the window

have broken

head–first, into the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of

cracking

–

he hit the floor, only half an instant later,

basinet behind me and screamed –

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

of the window. As he

–

–

their way up to the window and through

fast –

on his feet now,