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 my words, “will be

bloody, if need be.”

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

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for it,

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

his arms crossed as he looks down

are. And what your people want with my

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

now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment

team standing behind the priest who whips forward a

places it swiftly

making him shriek and twist in pain, but my

quickly. The priest goes a little slack in

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

people want with

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

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

smile growing on his face. “You are

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

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it,

Ella

chair by Rafe’s basinet,

him quietly as he

–

a little tapping sound at the glass of

it curiously, expecting a little bird

I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on my window,

as I froze, as he quietly

for

–

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

window –

– it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to

into the room through the hole he made with his fist,

window cracking and

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later,

child’s rolling basinet

the corner now,

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

–

–

more more men behind him, working their way up to the window and

fast –