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.”

then, by baring his teeth at me in a

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

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

his arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to

what your people want with my

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

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

team standing behind the priest who

places it swiftly against the

through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in

goes a

leg of the

want with

as the priest looks up at Roger again and just

doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,”

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

to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it,

Ella

my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet,

him quietly as he

–

heard a little tapping sound at

looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird –

when I saw a black–masked

as I froze, as he quietly pointed

coming for

–

fast – the man pulled

window

it – it should have broken his hand –

through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of

cracking and shattering around

–

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

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

chair away and back into the corner now,

the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when

–

–

him, working their way

unnaturally fast –

feet now, grinning