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.

voice and slowing my words,

bloody, if need be.”

by baring his teeth at

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

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

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

And what your people want with my brother’s

just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that

him blandly for a moment and then shifts

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

it swiftly against

body, making him shriek

quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

says, kicking the leg of the chair to get

want with my

though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs

priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

a smile growing on his face. “You are

truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream

upstairs –

as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

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

him quietly as he falls

–

heard a little tapping sound at the

a little

a

ice as I

coming for

–

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

the window

how he did it – it should have broken

the hole he made with his fist, the rest of

cracking and

–

he hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts

rolling basinet

and back into the corner now, Rafe in his

feet at the foot of the window. As he stands,

–

–

him, working their way up to the window and through it

unnaturally fast –