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.

voice and slowing my words, “will

need

brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But

And then I step away, secretly grateful for it,

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

what your people want with my brother’s

too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,”

at him blandly for

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

swiftly against

him shriek and twist in

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes

says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What do

with

at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,” he

on his face.

starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

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

always is – shushing him quietly

–

tapping sound at the glass of

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe

black–masked face calmly

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

coming for

–

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

window –

should have broken his

room through the hole

cracking and

–

half an instant

child’s rolling basinet behind me

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

foot of the window. As he stands,

–

–

way up to the window and through

unnaturally fast

now, grinning at me, starting to