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.

my voice and slowing my words, “will be

if need

baring his teeth at me in a little

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

to rip this man’s head

as he looks down at the man strapped to

what your people want with my brother’s

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

his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly

standing behind

against the priest’s neck.

shriek and twist in pain,

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

the

people want with

at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

the priest says, shaking his head and holding his

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

truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet,

– shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

–

a little tapping sound at the glass of his window

expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window, grinning

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

for

–

go so fast – the man pulled back his

the window –

he did it – it should have broken his hand

his body, head–first, into the room through the hole he

of the window cracking and

–

he hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to me,

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and

back into the corner now,

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

–

–

working their way up

fast –

lead is on his feet now, grinning