The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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.

my voice and slowing

bloody, if need be.”

baring his teeth at

then I

ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to take

crossed as he looks down at the

are. And what your

Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his

stares at him blandly for a moment and then

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who

places it swiftly against the

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

it away quickly. The priest goes a little

of the chair

people want with my

priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short,

the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

smile growing on his face.

laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet,

always is – shushing him quietly as

–

little tapping sound at the glass

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe

saw a black–masked face calmly

body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet and

for

–

the man pulled back

the window –

know how he did it – it should

through the hole he made with

of the window cracking and

–

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

basinet behind me

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

foot of the

–

–

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

fast –