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.

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

need be.”

then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But

And then I

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

looks down at the man strapped to

you are. And what your people

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

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

standing behind the priest who whips forward a

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

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

quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What do

people want with my nephew.”

looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

growing on his face. “You are

as a

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one

him quietly as he falls

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little tapping sound at the glass of

expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

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

to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to

for him.” (2)

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the man pulled back

the window

have

the room through the hole he made with his fist, the

cracking and shattering around

–

instant later,

my child’s rolling basinet behind me

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

gets to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

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more more men behind him, working their way up to the window and

unnaturally fast

his feet now, grinning at me, starting to