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

if need

then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl.

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

rip this man’s head off. Roger steps

he looks down at the

And what your people want with my

that

his voice now. Roger stares at him

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

against the

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

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

Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s

with my

as the priest looks up at

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

growing on his

really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

heart stops as I

Ella

was just sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of it

shushing him quietly as

–

tapping sound at the glass

expecting a little bird –

flooded me when I saw a black–masked

as I froze,

coming for

–

so fast – the man pulled back his

window –

did it – it should have

the hole he made with his

of the window cracking and

–

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

rolling basinet behind

back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when I see

–

–

more men behind him, working their way up to the

unnaturally fast –

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