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.

lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be long, and

if need

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

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful

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

us,” Roger commands, his arms crossed as he looks

are. And what your people want with my brother’s

that shows all

him blandly for

standing behind the priest who

swiftly against the priest’s

the priest’s body, making him shriek

priest goes a little slack

of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What do

with

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

“It doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his

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

truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds

upstairs –

I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the

quietly as he falls

–

sound at the glass of

expecting a little

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly

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

for him.”

–

go so fast – the man pulled back

the window –

he did it – it should have broken his

the room through the hole he made

window cracking and shattering

–

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

basinet behind me and

into the corner now, Rafe

the foot of the window. As

–

–

men behind him, working their way

unnaturally fast –

his feet now, grinning at me, starting to