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

father did good work in the past days – we have plans of the house from the city that were updated only ten years ago when Xander, apparently needing more

that the entrance is precisely where 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 and chipped paint. When I turn to the handles, I’m surprised to see that they’re

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

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

inside of me, his tongue hanging out of his mouth slathered in his stress. Can’t be – too easy no-no- – turn around – try

a deep breath, shaking my head as I study the door. Honestly,

we going to turn this down? Walk away from the opportunity to infiltrate this man’s house with a full stock of healthy men just because it’s too easy? Isn’t it also very possible that, after twenty-some years of going unnoticed, that Xander has just begun to think

He’s at my side

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

suspicious,” he says with a sigh, but then he just shakes his head. “But Dominic, I don’t know when we’re going to have a better chance to do this.

and snaps. I run a mental hand down his ruff, asking him to steady, but

of the doors open and peering down into the basement. “Let’s

narrow stone stairs, peering into the darkness with my keen vision and working hard to determine

dusty and filled with a bunch of junk, but otherwise largely unremarkable. We sweep the room as quickly as we can, using our hearing

anyone’s been down here for months,” Roger murmurs to me when we come back

and signal our men to follow, which

basement steps towards the first floor, listening closely for any noises from the house. But from our position behind the

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, I flip on

to stop – he just holds my gaze steadily I press open the door to

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 if nobody’s here at