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.

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

bloody, if need be.”

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

faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful

my muscles are tensed, ready to rip this man’s

us,” Roger commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the man

what your people want with

too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth.

him

standing behind the priest who whips forward a

swiftly against the priest’s

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

The priest goes a

kicking the leg of the

want

the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a

the priest says, shaking his head

growing on his face.

really, truly laugh, as

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

in my rocking chair by Rafe’s

it always is – shushing him quietly as

–

heard a little tapping sound at the gla*s of

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe

saw a black–masked face calmly

me. I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to

for him.” (2)

–

the man pulled back his arm, and made

the window

know how he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair

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

window cracking and

–

half an instant later, my instincts came back to me, and

rolling basinet behind me and

into the

feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when I see

–

–

behind him, working their way up to

fast –

man in the lead is on his feet now, grinning at me,