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#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.” For a moment I ponder this, testing it for validity. I don’t want to invalidate Sinclair’s feelings, so I’ll consider his statement and give him my honest assessment. Unfortunately for him, it doesn’t take long for me to come to the opposite conclusion. “
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