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.

voice and slowing my words, “will be long,

bloody, if need be.”

by baring his teeth

him, which makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly

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

he looks down at the man strapped to the

are. And what your

Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all

stares at him blandly for a moment and

reconnaissance team standing

it swiftly against

bolt flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my

The priest goes a

the leg of the

people want

priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

priest says, shaking his head and holding

growing on his face. “You

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

upstairs –

as I recognize it,

Ella

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

is – shushing him quietly as

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tapping sound at the glass of his window

it curiously, expecting a little bird

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on

as I froze, as he quietly

coming for him.” (2)

–

then it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back

window

he did it – it should

the hole he made with

the window cracking and

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floor, only half an instant later, my instincts

my child’s rolling basinet

shove the rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

the foot of the window. As he stands,

–

–

men behind him, working their way up to the window

unnaturally fast