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.

interrogation,” I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be long,

if need be.”

his

at him, which makes him faulter. And then I

man’s head off. Roger steps in to take my place.

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

you are. And what your people want with my brother’s

man just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his

at him blandly for a moment

team standing behind the priest

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

body, making him shriek

priest goes

Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair

people want with my nephew.”

though, as the priest looks up at

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

smile growing on his face. “You

– really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

just sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s

– shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when –

–

sound at the glass of his

little

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

I froze, as he quietly pointed

coming for him.” (2)

–

then it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back his

window –

should have broken his

head–first, into the room through the hole he made with

of the window cracking and shattering around him

–

instant

child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed –

shove the rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe in

the window. As he stands,

–

–

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

fast –

is on his feet now, grinning at