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?

+8 Pearls

"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

wanted his daughter to be someone else's

with the nonsense. I'm taking Sinclair Corp. That's

out of control. "Tessa, how can you be so heartless? I'm still your father! Are you really going to push me to the edge? Will you only be satisfied when I jump off the

icy.

he couldn't live without

afford

building.

laughed-a low,

nothing would change. You know me. My heart has always been cold. Even if you dropped dead

1/3

1:25 pm

315 A Line

walked past

+8 Pearls

you be so cruel? I'm your father! How can you treat me like this?" Yardley roared after her, red light

He was losing control.

much as flinch. Nothing he said could change the fact that she was

Yardley stood frozen, seething.

the Sinclair family. He should've been the

the injury he sustained in the vampire war five years ago, would he be in this pathetic

was all he had left-and he was not letting it

composure, he pulled out his phone and

Sinclair estate.

give him a way out, then he'd make one.