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.

and slowing my words, “will be

need

himself a brave man, then, by baring his

at him, which makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful

of my muscles are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head

arms crossed as he looks down

people want

Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth.

voice now. Roger stares at him blandly

team standing behind the priest who whips forward a taser

places it swiftly against

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

priest goes a

says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention.

with my nephew.”

up at Roger again and just huffs a

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

on his face. “You are

– really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream erupts

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

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

is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when –

–

at the glass

expecting a little bird –

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping

I froze, as he quietly pointed to

coming for

–

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

window

should have broken his hand –

his body, head–first, into the room through the hole he made with

of the window cracking and

–

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

child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed –

the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me, as

the window. As he stands, my heart

–

–

men behind him, working their way up

fast

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