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.

voice and slowing my

if need be.”

then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl. But I just

him, which makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly

ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to take my

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

what your people want with my brother’s

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

Roger stares at him blandly for

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in

quickly. The priest goes a little slack in

the leg of the chair to get

with my

narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

priest says, shaking his head and

his face. “You are already…too

laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

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

is – shushing him quietly as

–

a little tapping sound at the glass of his window

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe

when I saw a black–masked face

I gasped, my body turning to ice as I

coming for him.”

–

man pulled back his

the window –

should have

body, head–first, into the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of the

the window cracking

–

half an instant

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

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

–

–

working their way up to the window and through it

unnaturally fast

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