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.

lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will

need be.”

baring his teeth at me in a

faulter. And then I step away, secretly

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

looks down at the man

And what your people want with my

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

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

reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward a

places it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

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

away quickly. The priest goes a

of the chair to

with my

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

matter,” the priest says, shaking his

his face. “You are

he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

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

shushing him quietly

–

at the glass of his window –

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

me when I saw a black–masked

I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze,

for him.” (2)

–

the man pulled back

the window

don’t know how he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

room through the hole he made with his

the window cracking and shattering

–

the floor, only half an instant later, my

rolling basinet behind me and screamed –

shove the rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me,

of the window. As he stands,

–

–

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

fast –

is on his feet now, grinning at me, starting