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.

and slowing my

bloody, if need be.”

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

then I step away, secretly

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

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

what your people

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

laughter in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then shifts

team standing behind the priest

places it swiftly against the priest’s

him shriek and

away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his chair,

the leg of

people want with my

eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at

matter,” the priest says, shaking his

on his face. “You

– really, truly laugh, as a crash of gla*s sounds

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

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

always is – shushing him quietly as

–

sound at the gla*s of his window

a little

a black–masked face calmly tapping on

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

for him.”

–

go so fast – the man

window

he did it – it should

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

window cracking

–

half an instant later, my instincts came back to

rolling basinet behind

chair away and back into the

his feet at the foot of the

–

–

men behind him, working their way up to the

unnaturally fast

the lead is on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to prowl