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.

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

bloody, if need be.”

by baring his teeth at me

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

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

commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at

what your people

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

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

standing behind the priest who

it swiftly against the

body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but

The priest goes a

again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention.

want with my

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

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his

a smile growing on his

laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds

upstairs –

I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand

– shushing him quietly as

–

sound at the glass

towards it curiously, expecting a little bird

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my

my body turning to ice as I froze, as he

for him.”

–

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

window

should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

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

of the window cracking and

–

floor, only half an instant later, my

basinet behind

back into the corner now, Rafe

feet at the foot of the window. As he

–

–

men behind him, working their way up

unnaturally fast