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

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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.

continue, lowering my voice and

if need

then, by baring his teeth at

then I step away, secretly grateful

to rip this man’s head off.

crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the chair,”

people want with my brother’s child.”

expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he

laughter in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then

behind the priest

swiftly against the

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

it away quickly. The priest goes

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

want with my

the priest looks up at Roger

says, shaking his

growing on his face. “You

as a crash of glass sounds and

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

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

is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

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sound at the glass of his window

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

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window, grinning

to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to

for

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man pulled back his

the window

it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have those

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

window cracking and shattering around him

–

half an instant later, my instincts came back to me, and

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and

shove the rocking chair away and back into the

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

–

–

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

unnaturally fast –

feet now, grinning at me, starting