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

if need

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

And then I step

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

his arms crossed as he looks down at the

what your people

too–wide expression that

laughter in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

places it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my

goes a

says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention.

want with my

though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze.

a smile growing on his face. “You

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

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

just sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of

is – shushing him quietly as

–

sound at the glass

a little bird –

black–masked face calmly tapping on my window,

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

for him.” (2)

–

so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and crashed

window

should have broken his hand

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

the window cracking

–

half an instant later, my instincts came back to

behind me and

shove the rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe in

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

–

–

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

fast –

now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards