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

if need

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

him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for it,

tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off.

commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the man

what your people want with

that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he

voice now. Roger stares at him blandly

team standing behind

it swiftly against

through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain,

it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

the leg of the chair to

want with my nephew.”

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

matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his

growing on his face. “You are

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

upstairs –

my heart stops as I

Ella

my rocking chair by Rafe’s

him quietly as he falls asleep

–

tapping sound at the glass of

expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel

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

me. I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to

coming for

–

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

window –

it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to

body, head–first, into the room through the hole he made with

of the window cracking and shattering around him

–

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

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and

into the corner now, Rafe in his

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

–

–

him, working their way

unnaturally fast

lead is on his feet now, grinning at me,