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 be long,

bloody, if need be.”

his teeth at me in a little snarl. But I

And then I step away,

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

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

you are. And what your people want

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

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

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind

swiftly against

bolt flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek and

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

of

want

as the priest looks up at Roger again and

the priest says, shaking his head

on his face. “You are

laugh – really, truly laugh, as

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it, instantly, as

Ella

was just sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on

always is – shushing him

–

a little tapping sound at

expecting a

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

I gasped, my body turning to ice as I

for him.” (2)

–

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

the window

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

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

the window cracking

–

only half an instant later, my

rolling basinet behind me and

the corner now, Rafe in his

foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

him, working their way up

unnaturally fast –

is on his feet now, grinning