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.

interrogation,” I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be

need

priest proves himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But I just

then

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

as he looks down at

are. And what your people want with my brother’s child.”

too–wide expression that shows all of his

Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and

of the reconnaissance team standing behind

places it swiftly against

him shriek and twist in pain, but my

goes

the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention.

want with

the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a

priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,” he

a smile growing on his face.

really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream erupts

upstairs –

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

Ella

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

him quietly as

–

a little tapping sound at

little bird – maybe a squirrel

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my

body turning to ice as I froze,

for

–

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

window –

it should have broken his hand

the hole he made with his fist, the rest of the

window cracking and shattering around

–

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

child’s rolling basinet behind me and

away and back into the corner

of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

their way up to the window and through it

fast

is on his feet now, grinning