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

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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 my words, “will

if need

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

makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly

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

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the

are. And what your people want with my

grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of

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

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

swiftly against the priest’s

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

away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in

try again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s

people want with my

the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a

says, shaking his head and holding his gaze.

growing on his face. “You are already…too

truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds

upstairs –

as I recognize

Ella

here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand

always is – shushing him quietly as he falls

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tapping sound at the glass of his window –

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my

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

for

–

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

window –

have broken his hand – Sinclair paid

into the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of

cracking and

–

half an instant later, my

child’s rolling basinet behind me and

into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

window. As he stands, my heart jumps

–

–

more more men behind him, working their way

unnaturally fast

on his feet now, grinning at