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.

lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be long,

if need be.”

then, by baring his teeth at me in a

at him, which makes him faulter. And then

to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps

commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the

your people want with

man just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that

stares at him blandly for a

of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

swiftly against

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

quickly. The priest goes a little slack in

kicking the leg of the chair to get the

want with

looks up at Roger

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

growing on his face. “You

– really, truly laugh, as a crash of

upstairs –

as I

Ella

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

– shushing him quietly as he falls

–

little tapping sound at

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe

black–masked

to ice as I froze, as he

coming for him.”

–

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

window

did it – it should have broken his hand –

the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of

window cracking and

–

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

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed –

and back into the corner now, Rafe in

the foot of the window.

–

–

their way up

fast

is on his feet now,