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

if need

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

which makes him faulter. And then I step away,

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

looks down

what your people want

at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows

him blandly

behind the priest who whips forward a

places it swiftly against the

flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek and

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

leg of the chair to get the priest’s

want with my

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

his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

growing on his face. “You are already…too late.”

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

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

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

quietly as

–

tapping sound at the glass of

a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly

to ice as I froze,

for

–

so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made

window

should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid

through the hole he made with his fist,

the window cracking and shattering around him

–

only half an instant later, my

child’s rolling basinet behind

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

gets to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands,

–

–

their way up to

fast –

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