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.

interrogation,” I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words,

if need

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

makes him faulter. And then

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

arms crossed as he looks down at

what your people want with my

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

now. Roger stares at him blandly for

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind

against the priest’s neck.

shriek and twist

priest goes a little slack in his chair, panting.

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

with my nephew.”

looks up at Roger again and just

matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and

smile growing on his

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

upstairs –

I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

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

quietly as he falls

–

a little tapping sound at the glass

curiously, expecting a little bird

black–masked face calmly tapping

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

coming for him.” (2)

–

then it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and crashed it

the window –

have broken his hand – Sinclair paid

the hole he made with

of the window cracking and shattering

–

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

basinet behind me and screamed

the rocking chair away and back into the corner now,

at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when I

–

–

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

unnaturally fast –

on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards me