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.

continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be long,

bloody, if need be.”

proves himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in

And then I

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

his arms crossed as he looks down at

your

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

him

of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

swiftly against

priest’s body, making him

quickly. The priest goes a

the leg of the chair to get the priest’s

people want

though, as the priest looks up at Roger

priest says, shaking his head and holding

smile growing on his face.

he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet,

is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep

–

little tapping sound at the

a little bird – maybe a squirrel

when I saw a black–masked face calmly

I froze, as he

coming for

–

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

the window –

how he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

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

window cracking and shattering around

–

only half an instant later, my instincts

basinet behind me and screamed

back into the corner now, Rafe in his

man gets to his feet at the foot of the window. As

–

–

working their way

fast