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.

behind

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 space for

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

my hand, giving it a hard,

turn back to my brother, knowing that he’s watching my every move. He frowns at the chain in my hand, and I know that his thoughts are echoing my own.

of his mouth slathered in his stress. Can’t be

shaking my head as I study the

it’s too easy? Isn’t it also

forward. He’s at my

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

shakes his head. “But Dominic, I don’t know when we’re going to have a

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

yanking one of the doors open and

the narrow stone stairs, peering into the darkness with my keen vision and working hard to determine if there is anything waiting for us down here. When I see

junk, but otherwise largely unremarkable. We sweep the room as quickly

months,” Roger murmurs to me when we come back together.

our men

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

two who we’ve left guard in the garden. Understanding, I flip on the radio on my shoulder so that

going to be any need for secrecy. Then, glancing once more at Roger for any reason to stop – he just

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