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 slowing my words, “will be

need be.”

then, by baring his teeth at

then I step away,

this man’s head off. Roger steps in

he looks down at the man strapped to the

people

man just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that

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

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

places it swiftly against the priest’s

the priest’s body, making him shriek

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

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

people want with

the priest looks up at Roger

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

a smile growing on his

– really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds

upstairs –

heart stops as I

Ella

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

quietly as he falls asleep

–

a little tapping sound at

expecting a little

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

to ice as I froze, as he

coming for

–

so fast – the man pulled back his arm,

window

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

room through the hole he made with

the window cracking and shattering around him

–

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

behind me and screamed

into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle behind me,

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

–

–

way up to the window and through it

unnaturally fast –

on his feet now, grinning at