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.

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

need

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

And then

of my muscles are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in

looks down at the man strapped to the

you are. And what your people want with my

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

Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then shifts his eyes

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips

against

him shriek and twist

The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

leg of the chair to get the

want with

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his

growing on his

laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and

upstairs –

I

Ella

rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand

quietly as he falls asleep

–

little tapping sound at the glass of his window

a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on

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

coming for

–

fast – the man pulled back

the window –

how he did it – it should have broken his hand

the room through the hole

of the window cracking and shattering around

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later, my

child’s rolling basinet behind

the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me,

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

–

–

working their way up to the window and through

fast

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