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.

interrogation,” I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be long,

if need

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

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for it, because

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

crossed as he looks down at the man strapped

your people want with my brother’s child.”

expression that shows

at him blandly for a moment

of the reconnaissance team standing behind

swiftly against the priest’s neck.

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

The priest goes a little slack in

says, kicking the leg of the chair to get

want with my

priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

his

a smile growing on his

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

upstairs –

stops as I recognize

Ella

rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of it

– shushing him quietly as he falls

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sound at

it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window, grinning

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

coming for

–

– the man pulled back

window

have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to

the room through the hole

window cracking and

–

instant later, my instincts

child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me,

his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps

–

–

more men behind him, working their way up

unnaturally fast –

on his feet now, grinning