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.

lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be long,

if need

then, by baring his teeth

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for

of my muscles are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head

looks down at the man strapped to the

people want

expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he growls, a

stares at him blandly

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

priest’s body, making him shriek

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

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

want with my nephew.”

up at Roger again and just huffs a short,

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze.

growing on his

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

upstairs –

stops as I recognize

Ella

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

him quietly as he falls asleep

–

a little tapping sound at the glass of

it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

flooded me when I saw a black–masked face

as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet and mouthed

coming for him.” (2)

–

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

window –

should have broken his hand –

through the hole he

window cracking and shattering around him

–

the moment he hit the floor, only half an instant

basinet behind me and screamed

back into the corner now, Rafe in his

window. As he stands, my heart

–

–

him, working their way up to the

unnaturally fast

now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards me