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

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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.”

his teeth at me in a little snarl. But

And then I step away, secretly grateful for it,

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

as he looks

And what your people want with my brother’s

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

Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and

of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

it swiftly against

body, making him shriek and

goes a little slack in his

of the chair to get the

want with my

as the priest looks up at Roger again

priest says, shaking his head

smile growing on his face. “You are already…too

– really, truly laugh, as a

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by

– shushing him quietly

–

sound at

a little bird – maybe

flooded me when I saw a black–masked face calmly

turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed

coming for him.” (2)

–

then it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and

window

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

hole he made with his fist,

of the window cracking and shattering around

–

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

basinet behind me and screamed

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

his feet at the foot of the

–

–

him, working their way up to the window and

unnaturally fast

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