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.

I continue, lowering my voice and slowing

if need be.”

then, by baring his teeth

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

this man’s head off. Roger

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

people

grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows

at him blandly for a moment and then shifts his

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

through the priest’s body, making him shriek

away quickly. The priest goes a little slack

of the chair to

want with

as the priest looks up at

the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze.

his face. “You

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

upstairs –

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

Ella

chair by

– shushing him quietly as he falls

–

at the

expecting a little

a black–masked face calmly tapping on

body turning to ice as I froze, as

coming for

–

go so fast – the man pulled back

window

should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to

body, head–first, into the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest

window cracking

–

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

my child’s rolling basinet behind

and back into the

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

–

–

their way up to the window and through it

unnaturally fast

feet now, grinning at me,