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.

and slowing my

if need

priest proves himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But

then

man’s head off. Roger steps in to take my

as he looks down at the man strapped

what your people want with my brother’s

just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows

him blandly

reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward a taser

places it swiftly against the

him shriek

goes a little slack in

again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to

with

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

matter,” the priest says, shaking his head

on his face.

he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet,

is – shushing him quietly as

–

tapping sound at the glass

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little

when I saw a black–masked face

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

for him.” (2)

–

the man pulled back his arm, and

window –

– it should have

hole he made with his fist,

of the window cracking

–

half an instant later, my instincts came back to me,

rolling basinet behind me

and back into the corner now,

of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps

–

–

more men behind him, working their way up to the window and

fast –

now, grinning at me, starting to prowl