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.

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

need be.”

himself a brave man, then, by baring his

then I step away, secretly grateful for it, because

tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off.

looks down

what your people want with my brother’s

a too–wide expression that shows all of his

laughter in his voice now. Roger stares at him

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who

swiftly against the

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

The priest goes a little slack

try again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the

with my nephew.”

up at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless

shaking his head

his face.

then he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

stops as I recognize

Ella

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

it always is – shushing him quietly as he

–

a little tapping sound at the glass

a little bird – maybe a

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

as I froze,

coming for him.”

–

then it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled

the window –

he did it – it should have broken his

room through the hole he made with

window cracking and shattering around

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to me,

basinet behind me

chair away and back into the corner

foot of the window. As he

–

–

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

unnaturally fast

is on his feet now, grinning at