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.

filter out of the sewer behind me, I move forward

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 through the garden which serves our needs

across a garden path and inspect the double doors that will lead to a set of steep stairs

I reach out and take the chain in my hand, giving it a hard,

knowing that he’s watching my every move. He frowns at the chain in my hand,

of his mouth slathered in

a deep breath, shaking my head as I study

healthy men just because it’s too easy? Isn’t it also very possible that,

Roger forward. He’s at my side almost

murmur, looking between

“But Dominic, I don’t know when we’re going to have a better

I run a mental hand down his ruff, asking

say, yanking one of the doors open and peering

stairs, peering into the darkness with my keen vision and

largely unremarkable. We sweep the room

down here for months,” Roger murmurs to me when we come back

signal our

half are in the room, Roger and I move up the basement steps towards the first floor, listening closely for any noises

towards my men. The man in the lead nods to me, letting me know that we’re all in, except for the two who we’ve left guard in the garden. Understanding,

once more at Roger for any reason to stop – he just holds my gaze steadily I press

it’s the middle of the night, and everyone is upstairs sleeping.