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.

continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will

bloody, if need be.”

proves himself a brave man, then, by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl.

him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful

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

commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped

what your people want

at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows

stares at him blandly for a

team standing behind

it swiftly against

flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my

quickly. The priest goes a

kicking the leg of the chair to get

people want with my

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

priest says, shaking his

a smile growing on his face.

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

upstairs –

stops as I recognize

Ella

rocking chair by

it always is – shushing him quietly as he falls

–

at the gla*s of his window

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked

turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed

for him.”

–

then it seemed to go so fast – the man

window

don’t know how he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair

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

cracking and shattering

–

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

my child’s rolling basinet behind me

back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart

–

–

him, working their way

fast –

feet now, grinning at me, starting to