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.

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

bloody, if need be.”

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

him, which makes him faulter. And then

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

crossed as he

are. And what your

Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of

voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

it swiftly against the

him shriek and twist in pain, but my

it away quickly. The priest goes a

Roger says, kicking the leg of the

want with

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at

the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze.

growing on his face.

truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize

Ella

tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet,

him quietly as he

–

a little tapping sound at

a little bird – maybe a squirrel

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my

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

coming for

–

so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made a

window –

how he did it – it should have broken

hole he made with his fist, the rest

of the window cracking and shattering around

–

the floor, only half an instant later,

rolling basinet behind

away and back into the corner now,

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

–

–

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

unnaturally fast –