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 my words, “will be long,

need

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

faulter. And then

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

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped

are. And what your people want with my

a too–wide expression that

laughter in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly

team standing behind the

swiftly against the priest’s neck.

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

it away quickly. The priest goes

says, kicking the leg of the

want with my nephew.”

as the priest looks up at Roger

priest says, shaking his head and holding his

a smile growing on his face. “You are already…too

then he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and

upstairs –

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

Ella

just sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by

is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

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tapping sound at the glass of his

little bird – maybe

terror flooded me when I 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

for him.” (2)

–

it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back

window

have broken

hole he made

the window cracking

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

child’s rolling basinet behind me and

into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind

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

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men behind him, working their way up to the window and through it

unnaturally fast –

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