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.

continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will

if need be.”

baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But I

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

ready to rip this man’s head

as he looks down at the man strapped to the

people want

grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he

him blandly for a

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

against

making him shriek and

The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What

with my nephew.”

priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

the priest says, shaking his head and

a smile growing on his face. “You

laugh, as a crash

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of it –

shushing him quietly as he

–

at the glass of his window

little bird – maybe a

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window, grinning

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

for him.” (2)

–

it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled

window

he did it – it should have broken

the hole he made with his fist, the

cracking and shattering

–

the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to

child’s rolling basinet behind me and

into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me,

his feet at the foot of the window. As

–

–

him, working their way up to the

fast

feet now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards me