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 my words, “will

if need be.”

a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But

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

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

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the

what your people

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

at him blandly for a moment and then

reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

shriek and

goes a little slack in his chair,

the chair

with

as the priest looks up at Roger

shaking his head

on his face.

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

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

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

shushing him quietly as

–

tapping sound at the glass of his window

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

black–masked face calmly

to ice as I froze, as he quietly

for

–

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

window

don’t know how he did it – it should have broken his

room through the hole he made with his

the window cracking

–

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

rolling basinet behind me and screamed

into the corner

man gets to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands,

–

–

more men behind him, working their way up to the window and through it –

unnaturally fast –

now, grinning at me,