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.

voice and slowing

need

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

And then

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

crossed as he looks down at the man strapped

you are. And what your people want with my

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

him blandly for a moment and

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

it swiftly against the priest’s neck.

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

The priest goes a

Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get

people want with

looks up at Roger again

priest says, shaking his

on his face. “You

to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet,

quietly as he falls

–

heard a little tapping sound at the

it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

saw a black–masked face calmly tapping

ice as I froze, as he

coming for

–

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

the window –

have broken his hand – Sinclair

room through the hole he made with

cracking and

–

instant

my child’s rolling basinet behind me

shove the rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

man gets to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart

–

–

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

unnaturally fast –

is on his feet now, grinning at me, starting