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

if need

brave man, then, by baring his teeth at

And then I step away,

rip this man’s

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

what your people want with my

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

Roger stares at him blandly for a

standing behind the priest who whips forward a taser

against the priest’s

the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my man, well

away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his

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

want with

though, as the priest looks up at Roger again

shaking his head and holding

growing on his face. “You

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

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize

Ella

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

– shushing him quietly as he falls asleep

–

tapping sound at the glass

towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a

I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on

as I froze, as he quietly pointed

coming for him.”

–

to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and

window

– it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

the hole he

cracking and shattering around him

–

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

child’s rolling basinet behind

chair away and back into the corner now,

his feet at the foot of the window.

–

–

are more more men behind him, working their way up

unnaturally fast

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