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.

and slowing

bloody, if need be.”

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

him faulter. And then I

ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to take my

Roger commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the man

And what your people want with my brother’s

a too–wide expression that shows all

Roger stares at him blandly for

team standing behind the

it swiftly against

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

it away quickly. The priest goes a

of the chair

people want with my

though, as the priest looks up

“It doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding

growing on his face. “You are already…too

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

upstairs –

as I

Ella

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

– shushing him quietly as he falls

–

at the glass of his

a little bird – maybe

saw a black–masked face

me. I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly

coming for him.”

–

fast – the man pulled back

the window –

it – it should have broken

the room through the hole he made with his

the window cracking and shattering around

–

half an instant later,

child’s rolling basinet

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

feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when I

–

–

behind him, working their

fast