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

if need

then, by baring his teeth at me

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for

of my muscles are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to take

his arms crossed as he looks down at

what your people want with my brother’s

just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that

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

behind the

it swiftly against the priest’s

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

The priest goes a

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

want with my

priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

his head and holding his

growing on his

– really, truly laugh, as

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize

Ella

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

shushing him quietly as he falls asleep

–

tapping sound at the glass

a little bird – maybe a squirrel

I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my

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

for

–

man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and

window –

he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair

hole he made with his

of the window cracking

–

hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to me, and I

basinet behind me and screamed –

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

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

–

–

working their way up to

unnaturally fast –

on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to