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.

voice and slowing my

if need

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

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

this man’s head off. Roger steps

commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the man

And what your people want

expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,”

him

behind the priest who

places it swiftly against the

making him shriek and twist in pain,

quickly. The priest goes a little

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

people want with my

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again

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

his

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

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

here, 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 of his window

it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a

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

I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze,

coming for him.”

–

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

the window –

it should have broken his

through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of

window cracking and shattering

–

he hit the floor, only half an instant

my child’s rolling basinet behind me

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

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

–

–

working their way up

fast –

in the lead is on his feet now, grinning