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.

I continue, lowering my voice and slowing

need

man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But

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

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

commands, his arms crossed as he looks

people want with my brother’s

grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,”

him blandly for a moment and then

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who

places it swiftly against the

him shriek and twist in pain,

it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack

try again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the

people want with my

priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his

his

laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

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

– shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

–

at

a little bird – maybe a

a black–masked face calmly tapping

body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet

for

–

man pulled back

window

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

through the hole he made with his fist,

the window cracking and

–

the floor, only half an instant later, my

basinet behind me and screamed –

back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

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

–

–

behind him, working their way

fast

now,