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

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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

bloody, if need be.”

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

then I step away, secretly

my muscles are tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off.

crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the

are. And what your people want with my brother’s

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

voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment

team standing behind the priest who whips forward

places it swiftly against the

making him shriek and

quickly. The priest goes a little slack

Roger says, kicking the leg of

people want with my

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up

matter,” the priest says, shaking his head

smile growing on his face. “You are

he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it,

Ella

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

always is – shushing him

–

tapping sound at

a little

a black–masked face calmly tapping

to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the

coming for

–

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

the window

he did it – it should have broken

the room through the hole he made

of the window cracking and shattering around

–

the moment he hit the floor, only half an instant

my child’s rolling basinet

the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

at the foot of the window.

–

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him, working their way

unnaturally fast