Chapter 162 - Knocking Some Sense Into The Alpha

• Ella
• “Dominic, what are you talking about?” I ask, shocked beyond belief by his last statement. Any tiredness I’d been feeling after my long, emotionally draining, day dissipated the moment Sinclair claimed responsibility for the war. Just in case, I push myself up into a sitting position so that I can’t be lulled unwillingly to sleep by my crafty mate.
• Sinclair takes a deep breath, not quite meeting my gaze. “If I hadn’t called that press conference, if I hadn’t publicly accused him of treason, none of this would have ever happened.”