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.

interrogation,” I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words,

if need

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

And then I step

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

commands, his arms crossed as he looks

you are. And what your people want with my brother’s

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

Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward

places it swiftly against the priest’s

flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a

kicking the leg of the chair to get the

people want with my nephew.”

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short,

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

a smile growing on his face. “You

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

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the

always is – shushing him quietly as

–

a little tapping sound at the

little

black–masked face calmly tapping on

turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed

coming for

–

it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled

window –

how he did it – it should have broken his

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

the window cracking and shattering around

–

floor, only half an instant

behind me and screamed

chair away and back into the corner

foot of the window. As

–

–

him, working their way up to the window and

unnaturally fast –

now, grinning at me,