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.

lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will be long,

bloody, if need be.”

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

at him, which makes him faulter. And then I step away, secretly

rip this man’s

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

what your people want with my brother’s

Roger, a too–wide expression that

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

reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward

it swiftly against the

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

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

the leg of the chair to get the

people want

up at Roger again and just huffs a

shaking his head and holding

on his face.

really, truly laugh,

upstairs –

I recognize

Ella

rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on

shushing him quietly as he falls asleep

–

sound at the

towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe

flooded me when I saw a black–masked face

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

for him.” (2)

–

the man pulled back his arm,

the window –

know how he did it – it should have broken his

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

cracking and shattering around

–

an instant later, my instincts

my child’s rolling basinet

chair away and back into the corner

to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my

–

–

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

unnaturally fast –

on his feet now, grinning at me,