Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 331 – 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.

I continue, lowering my voice and

if need be.”

his teeth at me in a

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful

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

he looks down at the man strapped to the

And what your people want with my brother’s

expression that

voice now. Roger stares at him

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

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

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his chair, panting.

says, kicking the leg of the

with my

narrow, though, as the priest looks up at

his head and holding his gaze. “Because,” he

on his face. “You

laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as Ella.

Ella

chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand

always is – shushing him quietly as

–

a little tapping sound at the glass

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird

black–masked face calmly

as I froze, as he quietly pointed

coming for him.”

–

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

window

– it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

his body, head–first, into the room through the hole he made with his

the window cracking and

–

the floor, only half an instant later, my

child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

into the corner

foot of the window. As he stands, my heart

–

–

are more more men behind him, working their way

unnaturally fast

is on his feet now, grinning at