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.

voice and slowing my words,

bloody, if need be.”

baring his

him faulter. And then

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

as he looks down at the man

And what your people want with my brother’s

a too–wide expression that shows all of

now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and

of the reconnaissance team standing

swiftly against the priest’s

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

The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

Roger says, kicking the leg of

people want

up at Roger

“It doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

his

then he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of it

– shushing him quietly as he

–

little tapping sound at the glass

expecting a little bird – maybe

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked

turning to ice as I

coming for him.” (2)

–

so fast – the man pulled back his

window –

should have broken

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

cracking and

–

he hit the floor, only half an instant later,

my child’s rolling basinet

rocking chair away and back into the

man gets to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

men behind him, working their way up to

unnaturally fast –