Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 346- The Lair

Sinclair

Things move quickly once we arrive at the point of entry. Everything has been planned to the letter so that even our arrival is quiet, covert, in the darkest hours of the night when we’re least likely to be seen. Each of the cars filled with our men has parked at different points in the surrounding blocks of the city so that when we do converge on the sewer, we do it in near silence and darkness.

Roger and I are there first and, in preparation, we contact our father at home to let him know that we’re in position. Once we’re in the sewers, our ability to speak with him will be limited 1 it will just be us down there, along with whatever we find.

Dad replied readily, letting us know that all is well – if not a little tense – at the bunker. I smiled a little at the message, thinking of Ella and Rafe safe and worried. Of Cora pacing anxiously, waiting for Roger. It’s not that I like thinking of them being upset but, well. It’s nice to be missed. Nice to be able to think of someone at home loving you, wanting you to come back.

“Ready?” Roger asks, giving me a nudge and pointing down the road to where the first of our men are begin to approach. We meet each other’s eyes, knowing that it’s time. I give a slow, deep nod to my brother, and then he slides the manhole cover to the side so that I can slip in. I drop to the floor of the curving sewer below, all of my senses on high alert for anything odd, anything strange.

But as I look around, scenting the air, there’s nothing off – and nothing fresh. No signs of anyone here now, or anyone around in the past few hours. When I’m sure, I look up at my brother, who peers through the entrance above me. Then I beckon with my hand.

Come, my gesture implies. It’s clear. Or, it is at least for now.

free and our hackles raised. The wolf within me is on high alert, a growl already rumbling in his chest, his eyes sharp, his teeth sharper. As we move forward, I hear

as a force, but not so large that we could truly lose track of them. Each of our men

of the sewer that I’ve memorized aligning perfectly with the reality. We turn to the left when we come to a junction, and I hold up a fist in the air, asking my team to stop. This, I know, is where the test really begins.

survey our forces and count twelve men behind us, which is good. Two, I know, are standing outside at

shoulder and flip the switch on the radio that’s there attached to the strap of my bullet-proof vest with velcro. Everyone else does the same, ensuring

not so important if we’re quiet anymore – Because

head directly for the door

almost running -25, and it’s

corner towards the lair, ready to rip to shreds anyone that I find inside – But as I turn towards the door, ready to throw it open, I find that it’s already ajar dangling off its hinges. My heart pounds with unused adrenaline as I survey the

empty room and looking around. ” We’re too fucking late.” Another growl is my only reply as I signal my troops to stop the charge and set up

chairs that the

it,” Roger curses, pounding a fist against the

totally lost,” I say, turning around and surveying the room. “There

to see him rolling his eyes at me. “He

a grin as I lift

it as well. “You’re right,” he says, bringing his eyes back to mine with a flash

I growl, and then I look at him curiously. “What do you think?” I ask. “Is it…likely

of stuff, Dominic,” Roger replies, considering. “If he wanted to keep it all, needed it close, is it possible that he didn’t