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 slowing my words,

bloody, if need be.”

himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me

him, which makes him faulter. And then

this man’s head off. Roger steps

he looks down at the man strapped to

you are. And what your people

that shows all of his teeth. “No,”

him blandly for a moment and

reconnaissance team standing behind the

it swiftly

him shriek and twist in pain, but my

goes a little

says, kicking the leg of the chair

people want with

priest looks up

priest says, shaking his head and holding his

a smile growing on his face. “You

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

upstairs –

I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one

it always is – shushing him quietly as he

–

little tapping sound at the gla*s

it curiously, expecting a little bird –

me when I saw a

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

coming for

–

fast – the man pulled back his arm,

the window

– it should have broken

hole he

of the window cracking

–

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

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and

the corner now, Rafe in his

the foot of the window. As

–

–

their way up to the window and

fast –

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