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.

I continue, lowering my voice and slowing

need

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

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

this man’s head

us,” Roger commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the

And what your people want with my

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

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

reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who

places it swiftly against the

making him shriek and twist in

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

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

with my

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just

his head and holding

his face. “You are

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

upstairs –

I

Ella

sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the

quietly

–

a little tapping sound at the

a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

black–masked face calmly tapping on

as I froze, as he quietly

for him.”

–

fast – the man pulled back his arm, and

window

should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid

through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of the

the window cracking and shattering

–

only half an instant later, my instincts came

rolling basinet behind me and

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

at the foot of the window. As he stands, my

–

–

their way up to the window and

fast –

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