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,

if need be.”

brave man, then, by baring his teeth

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for

rip this man’s head off. Roger

he looks down at the man strapped to the chair,”

you are. And what your people want

a too–wide expression that

voice now. Roger stares at him blandly

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

places it swiftly against

priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my man, well

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack

Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the

want with my

as the priest looks up at Roger again and

matter,” the priest says, shaking his

his face. “You are already…too

laugh, as a

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it,

Ella

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

it always is – shushing him quietly as

–

a little tapping sound at the glass of

expecting a little bird – maybe

I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping

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

coming for him.” (2)

–

– the man pulled back his arm, and made a

the window

it – it should have

through the hole he made

cracking and shattering around

–

only half an instant

basinet behind me and screamed

the corner now,

man gets to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands,

–

–

him, working their way up to the window and through it

unnaturally fast –

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