Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 365 – Assault

Sinclair

We move quickly through the sewers, getting to our launching point in less time than I had estimated it would take. I glance at my phone, not anticipating that we’d have been able to receive any messages from our home base, but disappointed regardless.

As our men range themselves on either side of the exit to the sewer, which will open directly onto Xander’s property, Roger turns to me.

“Ready for this?” he asks, his face tight.

I simply nod to him, doing my best to ignore my wolf prowling anxiously inside my chest. Then, as one, my brother and I move forward to the front of the line. If there’s any unexpected fire, I want us to take it – not our men.

Our men stand tense behind us in two lines as Roger slowly, silently, pushes open the door. And then, with one final glance at him, I’m through.

I pull myself out of the sewer and find myself in a garden with significant cover, which is good. We sent a drone to scope out the landscape, of course, but we hadn’t quite been able to discern the height of the plants. I crouch down immediately, looking around for anything suspicious, but am greeted only by silence – just the cool sounds of a large suburban garden at night.

I turn towards the Tudor house to my left – Xander’s home, where he’s been living since his brother left the throne. It looks…almost too innocent, too nice, to be housing such a maniacal man – who plots to get unsuspecting women pregnant and steal their babies. I shake my head, hating him anew, and then I turn back to the sewer to gesture my brother and our men forward.

of the sewer behind me, I

were updated only ten years ago when Xander, apparently needing more space for his schemes, added a small extension. Those plans allowed us to identify an entrance to the house’s basement

we thought it would be. Nodding to Roger, asking him to wait, I skirt across a garden path and inspect the double doors that will lead to a set of steep stairs that head down into the basement. My eyes flit over the wooden doors, their rusty hinges

my hand, giving it a hard, sharp yank.

my every move. He frowns at the

My wolf howls, pacing inside of me, his tongue hanging out of his mouth slathered in his stress. Can’t be – too easy no-no- –

a deep breath, shaking my head as I study the

stock of healthy men just because it’s too easy? Isn’t it also

signaling Roger forward. He’s

you think?” I murmur, looking between him and the

just shakes his head. “But Dominic, I don’t know when we’re going to have a better chance to do this. If we

wolf snarls and snaps. I run a mental hand down his ruff, asking him

one of the doors open and peering down

and working hard to determine

the

think anyone’s been down here for months,” Roger murmurs

nod, agreeing, and signal our

Roger and I move up the basement steps towards the first floor, listening closely for any noises from the house. But from our position behind the door, we

who we’ve left guard in the garden. Understanding, I flip on the radio on my shoulder so that we can stay in contact, knowing that once we go

glancing once more at Roger for any reason to stop –

as if it’s the middle of the night, and everyone is upstairs sleeping. Or…I hesitate to think it but the thought pops into my mind…as