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.

lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will

bloody, if need be.”

himself a brave man, then, by baring his

him, which makes him faulter. And then I

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

he looks down at the man strapped to

what your people want with my

at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,”

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

standing

places it swiftly against the priest’s

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

goes a

of the chair

want with

as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a

priest says, shaking

growing on his face. “You

he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of

upstairs –

as I recognize it,

Ella

my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand

shushing him quietly as he

–

sound at the glass of his window

towards it curiously, expecting a little bird

I saw a

as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet

coming for him.” (2)

–

the man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and crashed

the window –

how he did it – it should have

the hole he made with his fist, the

cracking and shattering around

–

an instant later, my instincts came back to

child’s rolling basinet behind me

the rocking chair away and back into the

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

–

–

are more more men behind him, working their way

unnaturally fast –