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

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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, and

need be.”

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

which makes him faulter. And then I step

rip this man’s head off. Roger

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

your people want with my

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

him blandly for

behind the priest who

it swiftly against the priest’s

body, making him shriek

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

again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention.

with my

though, as the priest looks up at Roger

priest says, shaking his head and holding his

smile growing on his face. “You

laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream erupts

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize

Ella

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

– shushing him quietly as he falls

–

sound at the glass of his window –

expecting a little bird

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

I

for him.” (2)

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to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made a

window –

have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to

through the hole he made with his fist,

window cracking

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

basinet behind me and

back into the corner now, Rafe in his

at the foot of the window. As he stands, my

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–

way up to the window

unnaturally fast –

the lead is on his feet now, grinning at me,