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

–

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, and

if need

by baring his teeth at me

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful

ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in

arms crossed as he looks down at the

And what your people want with

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

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

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

places it swiftly against the

priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in

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

try again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to

want with

at Roger

shaking his head and holding

his face.

he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of

it always is – shushing him quietly as he

–

sound at

a little bird –

me 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)

–

man pulled back his arm, and made

window –

have broken his

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

cracking and shattering around

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floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to me, and

behind me and

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

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

–

–

working their way up to

fast –

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