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.

my voice and slowing

bloody, if need be.”

a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at

him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for

this man’s head

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped

you are. And what your people

expression that shows all of

Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then shifts his

team standing behind the priest who whips

places it swiftly against the

making him shriek and twist in pain, but my man,

priest goes a

Roger says, kicking the leg of

people want with my

the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short,

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

on his face. “You are

truly laugh, as

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

rocking chair by Rafe’s

shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

–

little tapping sound at the gla*s

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe

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

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

for him.” (2)

–

the man pulled

window

did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair

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

window cracking and shattering

–

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

basinet behind me and

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

of the window. As he stands, my heart

–

–

working their way up to the window and through

fast –

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