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

if need be.”

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

makes him faulter. And then

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

his arms crossed as he looks

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

a too–wide expression that shows all

stares at him blandly for

standing behind the priest who whips forward

places it swiftly against the priest’s

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

it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What

want with

the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze.

a smile growing on his face. “You are

truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

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

it always is – shushing him quietly as he

–

tapping sound at the glass

little bird – maybe a squirrel –

a black–masked face

me. I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the

for

–

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

the window

it should have broken his hand – Sinclair

the hole he made with his fist,

of the window cracking and shattering around him

–

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

behind me and

and back into the

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

–

–

way up to the window and

fast

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