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.

my voice and slowing

need be.”

a brave man, then, by baring his teeth

at him, which makes him faulter. And then I step

rip this man’s head off. Roger

us,” Roger commands, his arms crossed as he looks

And what your people want with my

that shows all

laughter in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips

against the priest’s

through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my

away quickly. The priest goes a

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

with

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

priest says, shaking his head and holding his

growing on his

– really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass

upstairs –

heart stops as I

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet,

always is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when –

–

heard a little tapping sound at the glass of his

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on

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

coming for him.” (2)

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it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled

the window –

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

the room through the hole he made with

cracking and shattering around him

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

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

the

window.

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–

behind him, working their way

fast –

his feet now,