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.

interrogation,” I continue, lowering my voice and

need

a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in

him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for

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

us,” Roger commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to

your people want with my

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

stares at him

standing behind the priest who whips forward a taser

it swiftly against the

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

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

the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention.

want with my nephew.”

up at Roger again and

shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

his

laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash

upstairs –

my heart stops as I

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet, one

always is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

–

heard a little tapping sound at

expecting a little bird

a black–masked

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

coming for

–

the man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and crashed

the window

have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

into the room through the hole he made

of the window cracking and shattering around him

–

the floor, only half an instant later,

basinet behind me

the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me, as

the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

working their way up

fast –

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