Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#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.

voice and

bloody, if need be.”

by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl.

makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for

to rip this

as he looks down at the man strapped to the

And what your people want with my brother’s

just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,”

his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind

swiftly against the priest’s

body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but

priest goes

of the chair to get

people want with

looks up at Roger again

says, shaking his head and holding

growing on his

laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it,

Ella

rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand

shushing him quietly as he

–

little tapping sound at the gla*s of his window

expecting a

terror flooded me when I saw a

my body turning to ice as I froze, as he

for him.” (2)

–

it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back

window –

don’t know how he did it – it should

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

the window cracking

–

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

child’s rolling basinet

chair away and back into the corner

the foot of the window.

–

–

behind him, working their way up to the window and

unnaturally fast –

now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards me