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 words, “will

bloody, if need be.”

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

faulter. And then I step away,

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

arms crossed as he looks

are. And what your people want

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

at him blandly for a moment and

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind

places it swiftly

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

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little

the leg of the chair to get the priest’s

want with

looks up at Roger

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

on his face.

really, truly laugh,

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

rocking chair by

is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

–

sound at

towards it curiously, expecting a

me when I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping on

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

coming for him.”

–

– the man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and

window

should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid

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

window cracking and shattering around

–

moment he hit the floor, only half an

my child’s rolling basinet

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

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

–

–

are more more men behind him, working their way up to the window and

unnaturally fast –

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