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.

continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will

if need be.”

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

then I step away, secretly

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

crossed as he looks down at

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

expression that shows

stares at him blandly for a moment

behind the priest who

swiftly against

him shriek and twist in pain, but my

quickly. The priest goes a

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

want with

at Roger again and just

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

growing on his face. “You are already…too

laugh, as a

upstairs –

I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of

shushing him quietly as

–

a little tapping sound at the glass

little bird – maybe a

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly

my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the

coming for

–

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

the window

did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair

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

cracking and shattering around

–

only half an instant later,

rolling basinet behind

back into the corner now, Rafe in his

the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when I see

–

–

behind him, working their way up to the

unnaturally fast –

now, grinning at me, starting