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

bloody, if need be.”

a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at

then I step away,

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

arms crossed as he

are. And what your people

expression that shows all of

him blandly

standing behind the priest who whips

it swiftly against the

flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek

The priest goes a

says, kicking the leg of the chair

people want with my

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

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking

smile growing on his face. “You

truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge of it

it always is – shushing him quietly

–

sound at

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window,

I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to

coming for him.” (2)

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man pulled back his arm, and made a

window

– it should have broken

into the room through the hole he made with his fist, the

of the window cracking

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an instant

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and

rocking chair away and back into the corner now,

of the

–

–

him, working their way up to the window and

fast –