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 slowing my

need be.”

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

makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful

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

his arms crossed as he looks down

are. And what your people

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

at him blandly for a moment and then

reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who

places it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

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

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

the leg of the chair to get the

want with my nephew.”

up at

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

on his face. “You

laugh, as a crash of

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize

Ella

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

him quietly as he falls

–

sound at the glass of his window –

towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a

a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window,

I froze,

for

–

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

window

know how he did it – it should have

the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of the

of the window cracking and shattering

–

only half an instant

basinet behind me

back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

feet at the foot of the window. As

–

–

their way up to the window and through it

fast

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