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

if need be.”

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

makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly

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

as he looks down at the

what your people want

Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he

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

standing behind the priest who whips forward a taser

places it swiftly against the

priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my man,

goes a little slack in his chair, panting.

says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What do

with

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at

the priest says, shaking his head and

his

as a crash of glass sounds and a

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of

it always is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep

–

a little tapping sound at

curiously, expecting a little

I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window, grinning

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

for him.”

–

the man pulled back his arm, and made a

window

don’t know how he did it – it should have broken his

head–first, into the room through the hole

cracking and shattering

–

the moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later,

behind me and screamed

shove the rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind

window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

him, working their way up to the window and through it

unnaturally fast –

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