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

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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.

interrogation,” I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be long, and

if need be.”

brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me

him faulter. And then I step away, secretly

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

he looks down at the man

people want with my brother’s child.”

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

his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips

against the priest’s neck.

through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist

The priest goes a little slack

kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s

want with my nephew.”

the priest looks up at Roger again and just

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his

smile growing on his

laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet, one

him quietly as he falls asleep

–

heard a little tapping sound at the glass of his window

curiously, expecting a little bird

when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping

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

for him.” (2)

–

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

window –

– it should have broken his

head–first, into the room through the hole he

the window cracking and shattering around him

–

an instant later, my instincts came back to me, and I

my child’s rolling basinet behind

into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

behind him, working their way

unnaturally fast –

feet now, grinning at me, starting