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.

continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will

need

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

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

to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to take

arms crossed as he looks down

are. And what your people want

expression that

now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward

it swiftly against the

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

it away quickly. The priest goes

the leg of the chair to

people want with

as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

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

growing on his face. “You are already…too late.”

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

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize

Ella

rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of it –

him quietly as he falls asleep

–

tapping sound at the glass of

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face

turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet and mouthed

coming for him.” (2)

–

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

window

– it should have broken his

room through the hole he

cracking

–

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

behind me and screamed

back into the corner now, Rafe in his

the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when I see

–

–

behind him, working their way up to

fast

in the lead is on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards me