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.

and slowing my words,

if need

himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at

then I step

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

crossed as he looks down at the man strapped

people want

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

him blandly for a

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

it swiftly against the

shriek and twist in pain, but my man, well

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in

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

want with

the priest looks up at

the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,” he

smile growing on his face. “You are

as a crash of glass sounds

upstairs –

stops as I

Ella

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

always is – shushing him quietly

–

at the glass

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a

I saw a black–masked face

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

for

–

man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and crashed

window

it should have broken

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

of the window cracking and shattering

–

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

behind me and

chair away and back into the

the window. As he

–

–

are more more men behind him, working their way up to the window

unnaturally fast –

man in the lead is on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to