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.

lowering my voice and slowing my

bloody, if need be.”

priest proves himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth

which makes him faulter. And then

are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to

his arms crossed as he looks down at the man

your people want with my

expression that shows

Roger stares at him

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips

places it swiftly

him shriek and twist in pain,

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little

says, kicking the leg of the

want with

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

the priest says, shaking his head and holding

his

– really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge

is – shushing him quietly as he falls

–

heard a little tapping sound at

a little bird – maybe

when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on

me. I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet and

coming for him.”

–

to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm,

the window –

it should have broken his hand – Sinclair

room through the hole he made with his

of the window cracking and shattering around

–

hit the floor, only half an instant later,

rolling basinet

the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

to his feet at the foot of the window. As

–

–

are more more men behind him, working their

unnaturally fast