Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever

THIRD PERSON’S POV

The atmosphere inside Damien’s office was calm, but there was tension too.

Damien sat behind his desk. Marco was seated across from him.

There was silence in the room for a while. The room was filled with two dominant wolves who weren’t willing to submit to the other.

“I heard you went to Sophia,” Marco said finally.

Damien didn’t deny it.

“She came to me,” he replied calmly. “She asked me to reconsider the cooperation.”

Marco let out a quiet breath, leaning back slightly in his chair.

“And you agreed,” Marco said.

“Yes,” Damien answered.

There was a pause between them. Marco studied Damien carefully, as if trying to see what Damien’s end game was. Marco couldn’t help but wonder why Damien was helping them.

“Why?” Marco asked directly.

Damien did not hesitate.

“Because your company meets the standards,” he said. His tone was completely professional. “The data supports it. The risk is acceptable, and the potential return is worth it.”

Marco’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“That’s all?” he asked.

Damien looked at him without flinching.

“That’s all,” he said. “This decision has nothing to do with Sophia. It has nothing to do with Patricia. And it certainly has nothing to do with Peter.”

At the mention of Peter’s name, something changed in Marco’s expression, but he quickly controlled it. His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt Damien. This wasn’t the time and place to get angry.

“I run a company, not a family dispute,” Damien continued. “If your company didn’t meet the standards, I would not cooperate. It’s that simple.”

Marco crossed his arms slowly over his chest. He looked at Damien for a long moment, as if weighing his words carefully.

“And Peter?” Marco asked after a pause.

Damien’s expression didn’t change.

“I will compensate him with other opportunities,” he said. “He won’t lose anything from this.”

Marco let out a quiet breath. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched between them, but it was no longer tense. It felt like something had settled, like a decision had been made and accepted.

“Understood,” Marco said finally.

He stood up slowly, adjusting his jacket as he did.

“I won’t rely on this,” Marco added. “I’ve already secured another cooperation. This is just... additional support.”

Damien nodded “That’s your decision,”

Marco nodded in return before walking out of the office.

-

The following days were filled with so much activities.

Marco threw himself into his work completely. He handled every meeting, every document, every negotiation with focus. He didn’t allow himself to think about failure. He didn’t allow himself to rely on anyone else.

He worked hard and it paid off.

The cooperation with the aviation company progressed faster than expected. Contracts were signed, agreements were finalized, and the financial pressure that had once tried to ruin everything began to stop. The company stabilized step by step.

Inside the office, the atmosphere changed.

There was anxiety before in the company. But now, there was relief. Employees who had been worried about their future began to relax. Their trust in Marco grew stronger.

Marco stood in his office one evening, looking over the finalized documents. The numbers were clear. The crisis had been resolved.

He let out a slow breath of relief

For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to feel it.

He had done it.

-

At home, the mood was completely different.

Patricia stood in the living room, holding the report in her hands. Her eyes moved slowly over the pages, taking in every detail, every number, every confirmation that the company was safe.

Her hands trembled slightly.

“It’s... over?” she asked quietly.

Marco stood across from her, watching her reaction with a smile.

“It’s over,” he said.

Patricia’s lips parted slightly, and for a moment, she said nothing. Then her eyes began to fill with tears.

She tried to hold them back. She really did but she couldn’t.

The tears slipped down her cheeks, one after another.

“I thought...” she whispered. “I thought everything was going to fall apart...”

Marco stepped forward and held her gently. He kissed her forehead.

“It didn’t,” he said softly.

She shook her head. Her tears fell faster now.

“I went to them...” she admitted. “I thought I could fix it... I thought if I just tried harder...”

Marco’s expression softened. He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said quietly.

Patricia held on to him. Her fingers gripped his shirt as she cried.

“I was scared,” she whispered.

“I know,” he replied.

His patted her back gently, trying to soothe her. There was no anger in him, no blame - only understanding.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” he added.

She nodded against his chest. Slowly, her tears started to stop.

The crisis wasn’t just resolved. Something else had been restored too.

-

Far from all of this, in a quiet office that overlooked the city, Zade stood by the window.

Behind him, a man leaned casually against the desk. It was his friend, Ken.

“You’re really not going to tell her?” Ken asked.

Zade didn’t turn. “There’s nothing to tell,”

Ken laughed.

“Right,” he said. “You just happened to move half the pieces behind the scenes, made sure the aviation deal went through smoothly, and cleared every obstacle before it even showed up.”

Zade said nothing.

Ken watched him for a moment. His smile slowly widened. He had never seen Zade do this for a woman before, which could only mean one thing.

“You’re in love with her,” he said plainly.

Zade’s expression didn’t change, but there was a brief pause before he spoke.

“No,” he said.

Ken raised an eyebrow. “That didn’t sound convincing at all,”

Zade turned to Ken with a glare.

“I said no,” he repeated.

Ken held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright. Let’s say you’re not. Then explain why you’re doing all this.”

Zade’s eyes moved back to the window.

For a moment, he didn’t answer. When he did, his voice was quieter.

“She doesn’t need to know,” he said.

Ken shook his head. “That’s not what I asked,”

Zade’s jaw tightened “I’m making sure she’s not dragged into problems that don’t belong to her. That’s all.”

“Of course,” Ken teased, rolling his eyes.. “Nothing to do with how you look at her. Or how you always show up when she needs something.”

Zade didn’t respond. Ken pushed himself off the desk.

“You’re impossible,” he said. “But fine. Keep pretending.”

Zade ignored him. Ken walked toward the door, then paused.

“Oh,” he said, looking back. “I’m heading out to the countryside this weekend. There’s something going on.”

Zade didn’t react immediately.

“You should come,” Ken added. “Might help you clear your head.”

“Fine,” Zade said.

Ken smiled “Good. Maybe fresh air will help you figure out what you’re running from.”

Zade didn’t answer.

He simply stood there, looking out at the city with his expression as unreadable as ever.

But deep inside, something had already been decided.

And no one was going to stop him from protecting her.

Silently.