Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 315 A Line Crossed

Yardley's face twisted with fury, his werewolf aura flaring wildly with agitation.

He'd already spelled things out as plainly as possible-so why couldn't she understand?

How could someone be this greedy?

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"What I'm saying is, now that you already have Thorne Corp, why must you fight me for Sinclair Corp too? Sinclair Corp is my life's work-I can't lose it!"

Tessa's eyes flashed cold, a steely chill settling into the air around her. The subtle but terrifying pressure she released made the temperature drop sharply.

"Your life's work? You can't be serious," she said, voice sharp. "Why don't you go ahead and tell me what exactly you've done for Sinclair Corp?"

If it weren't for him, Sinclair Corp wouldn't be in the miserable state it was today.

"And another thing," she added, eyes narrowing, "who told you Thorne Corp is mine? Did you give it to

me?"

How could he say something so shameless with a straight face? What did he take her for?

"Tessa, I truly believe that Alpha Mr. Landon treats you well. If you could become his mate—even if you can't, just staying by his side-he would never let you suffer."

Tessa felt an actual headache coming on.

really something a father should be

his daughter to be someone else's

enough with the nonsense. I'm taking Sinclair

aura spiraling out of control. "Tessa, how can you be so heartless? I'm still your father! Are you

tone turned icy. "So now you're

answer. But he couldn't live without

couldn't afford

this-if I can't remain president of Sinclair Corp, I'll jump off the building. I'll make sure you live with the guilt for the

laughed-a low,

cold. Even if you dropped dead right in front of me,

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she walked past

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like this?" Yardley roared after her, red light gleaming in his

He was losing control.

could change the fact that

Yardley stood frozen, seething.

the male alpha of the Sinclair family. He should've been the

not for the injury he sustained in the vampire war five years ago, would he be

Corp was all he had left-and

last thread of composure, he pulled out his phone and called

estate. Take the old man.

he'd make one. Even if it meant crossing