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.

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

bloody, if need be.”

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

then I step away, secretly grateful for

of my muscles are tensed, ready to rip this

his arms crossed as he looks down

And what your people want with my

too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he growls,

Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then

the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

swiftly against

the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain,

priest goes a little slack

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

people want with my

looks up at Roger again

matter,” the priest says, shaking his head

growing on his face.

– really, truly laugh, as a crash

upstairs –

stops as I

Ella

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

always is – shushing him quietly as

–

at the glass of his window

it curiously, expecting a little bird

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

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

coming for

–

go so fast – the man pulled

window –

– it should have broken his hand –

head–first, into the room through the hole he made

the window cracking and

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an

basinet behind me

shove the rocking chair away and back into the

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

–

–

more men behind him, working their way up

unnaturally fast