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.

lowering my voice and

if need be.”

himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me

then

my muscles are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head

looks down at the man strapped to the chair,”

your people want

just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth.

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

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who

swiftly against the priest’s neck.

making him shriek and twist in pain, but my man,

quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his

Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get

with my

though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and

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

smile growing on his face.

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

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on

shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

–

little tapping sound at the glass of

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little

a black–masked face calmly tapping

body turning to ice as I froze, as he

coming for him.”

–

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

window –

how he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid

the hole

window cracking and shattering

–

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

rolling basinet behind me

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

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

–

–

working their way up to the window and

unnaturally fast

man in the lead is on his feet now, grinning at