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.

and slowing my words, “will be

need be.”

baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But I

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

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

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

And what your people want with my brother’s

expression that shows all of his

stares at him blandly for a moment and then shifts

reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

against the priest’s

shriek and twist in pain, but my man,

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

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

people want with my

narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again

the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

on his

laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge

always is – shushing him quietly as he falls

–

at the glass of his

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel

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

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

coming for

–

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

the window

don’t know how he did it – it should have

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

cracking

–

an instant later,

child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me,

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

–

–

working their way

fast –

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