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

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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.

voice and slowing my words, “will be long, and

need

baring his teeth

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for

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

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the chair,”

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

Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his

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

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

swiftly against the

flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek

goes

of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What

with

looks up at Roger again and just huffs a

matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and

growing on his face.

starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one

always is – shushing him quietly as he

–

at the glass

expecting a little bird – maybe

saw a black–masked face

I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as

for him.”

–

man pulled back his arm,

the window

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

hole he made

window cracking and shattering around

–

instant

rolling basinet behind me and screamed

away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his

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

–

–

behind him, working their way up to

unnaturally fast –

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