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.

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

need

baring his

him faulter. And then

tensed, ready to rip this man’s head

crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the

And what your people want with my brother’s

too–wide expression that shows all

laughter in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then

behind the priest who whips

it swiftly against

shriek and twist in pain, but my man, well

it away quickly. The priest goes a little

says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the

want with my

up at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

the priest says, shaking his head and holding

a smile growing on his face. “You

truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

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

it always is – shushing him quietly

–

tapping sound at the glass of his window

a little bird – maybe a squirrel

flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly

to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the

for

–

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

the window –

have

the hole he made with his

the window cracking and shattering around him

–

the moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came

rolling basinet behind me

into the corner now, Rafe in

the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

way

unnaturally fast –

now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards me –