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.

voice and slowing my words, “will be

if need be.”

his teeth at

him faulter. And then I

tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the

your people

too–wide expression that shows all of

his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

against the priest’s neck.

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

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his

leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What

with my

though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short,

priest says, shaking his head and holding his

smile growing on his face. “You

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

upstairs –

as I

Ella

was just sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by

quietly

–

little tapping sound at the

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel

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

gasped, my body turning to ice as I

coming for him.” (2)

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

the window –

it – it should have broken

through the hole he

cracking and shattering

–

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

child’s rolling basinet behind me

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

the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when I see that

–

–

their way up to the window and through it –

unnaturally fast

is on his feet now, grinning