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 be long,

if need be.”

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

faulter. And then I step away,

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

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped

your people want with my brother’s child.”

just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that

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

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward a taser

against the priest’s

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

quickly. The priest goes

kicking the leg of the chair to get the

want with

the priest looks up at Roger again and just

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

his face. “You are already…too late.”

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

upstairs –

stops as I

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge

always is – shushing him quietly as he falls

–

a little tapping sound at the glass of his window

little

saw a black–masked face calmly

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

coming for

–

the man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and crashed it

the window

should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

room through the hole

the window cracking

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to

rolling basinet behind me and

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

the window. As he stands, my

–

–

their way up to the window and through it –

fast

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