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

need be.”

himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for it, because

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

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the

your people want with my brother’s child.”

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

in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment

team standing behind the priest

against

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

goes a

Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get

people want with my nephew.”

up at Roger again and just

his head and

on his face. “You are already…too late.”

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

upstairs –

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

Ella

chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of

it always is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when –

–

tapping sound at the glass of his

curiously, expecting a little

me when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping

turning to ice as I froze, as

for him.”

–

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

the window –

it should have

room through the hole he made

window cracking and shattering

–

hit the floor, only half an instant

basinet behind

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

his feet at the foot of the window. As

–

–

way up

fast

now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards