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.

continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will

need be.”

a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a

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

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

arms crossed as he looks down at the man

people want with my

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

now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then shifts

behind the priest who

swiftly against the

making him shriek and twist in pain, but my man, well

it away quickly. The priest goes

Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair

with

as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

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

a smile growing on his face. “You are

really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

heart stops as I

Ella

tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one

it always is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep

–

tapping sound at the glass

it curiously, expecting a little bird –

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

ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to

for him.” (2)

–

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

window

did it – it should have broken his

the room through the hole he

cracking

–

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

child’s rolling basinet behind me

and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me,

of the window. As he stands, my

–

–

their way up to the window and through it –

fast –

the lead is on his feet now, grinning