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

were updated only ten years ago when Xander, apparently needing more

slink towards the house, I’m relieved to see 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

a little, I reach out and take the chain in my

frowns at the chain in my hand, and I know that his thoughts

of his mouth slathered in his stress. Can’t be – too easy no-no- – turn around – try

my head as I study the door. Honestly, it

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

sigh, signaling Roger forward. He’s at my

murmur, looking between

“But Dominic, I don’t know when we’re going to have a better chance to do this. If we can get inside…shouldn’t we take the

though my wolf snarls and snaps. I run a mental hand down his ruff, asking him to steady, but he

the doors open and peering

I haul the other door up and slip down the narrow stone stairs, peering into the darkness with my keen vision and working hard to determine if there is anything waiting for us

enter the basement, which is dusty and filled with a bunch of junk, but otherwise largely unremarkable. We sweep the room as quickly as we can,

months,” Roger murmurs to me when we come back together. “I think…we

our men to follow, which

listening closely

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

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

house is quiet as if…well, as if it’s the middle of the night, and everyone is upstairs sleeping.