Right after Pon walked out, Sailub stood frozen in place, his heart sinking deeper than he could ever remember. The omega he had dreamed of for what felt like an eternity was slipping through his fingers, and all Sailub wanted to do was pull him back—pull Pon into his arms, lock him away where no one else could reach him, and keep him safe from the storm of rumors and cruelty. But he knew better. Pon needed time, and as much as it pained him, Sailub also knew that time was something they both needed.
His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. Anger was too mild a word for what Sailub was feeling—he was livid. His rage wasn't just directed at the media, the fans, or the haters. It was the person who had been sending Pon those messages, feeding him poison, preying on his insecurities. That nameless, faceless figure had stolen precious moments from them, chipped away at Pon's confidence, and Sailub couldn't stand it. His alpha instincts screamed to protect what was his, and right now, all he wanted was to tear down everything that had hurt Pon.
He wanted to destroy. To crush everything in sight. But despite the overwhelming fury surging through him, the room was still thick with the scent of peaches—Pon's calming presence still lingered. It was the only thing that kept Sailub grounded, the only thing holding back the hurricane that raged inside of him.
"Baby, just give me time... this won't take long," he muttered under his breath, as if Pon could still hear him. Sailub stared at the door Pon had just walked through, imagining him on the other side, wondering if he was already regretting everything or if his heart was breaking just as much as Sailub's was. Pon shouldn't feel this way. He shouldn't feel so broken and lost when all Sailub had ever wanted was to cherish him, protect him.
He had failed—failed in being the alpha Pon needed. He hadn't reassured him enough, hadn't protected him from the toxic whirlwind of lies and rumors. But one thing was certain in Sailub's mind, clear as day: no matter what happened, he wouldn't let Pon go. Pon was his, and no force on earth, no words from spiteful fans, no lies whispered in the shadows would change that.
If this mess, if this scandal, was the reason Pon didn't return to him, then hell would break loose. Sailub wouldn't rest until everything standing between them was destroyed, until the person behind the messages was found and dealt with. He wouldn't stop until he fixed what had been broken between him and Pon. He knew he could be the alpha Pon needed. He *would* be.
Sailub inhaled deeply, breathing in the faint traces of Pon's scent. His omega shouldn't have to bear this pain, and even if it took everything in him, Sailub was determined to make it right.
No matter how long it took, Pon would come back to him. He'd make sure of it. And if the world thought they could tear them apart, they were about to learn just how far Sailub Hemmawich was willing to go to keep the omega he loved by his side.
Sailub's grip tightened on his phone as he dialed his manager. His voice was low but laced with a barely contained fury. "I want names. The person sending those messages to Pon—I'll handle it myself."
His manager, aware of how volatile the alpha was at the moment, tried to calm him down. "I know you're upset, Sai, but Pa Tony and the producers need you here. There's an emergency meeting."
Sailub's jaw clenched, his mind split between his fury over the messages and his responsibility as the face of the Pit Babe project. He hated leaving things unresolved with Pon, but this couldn't be ignored. "Fine," he growled. "I'm on my way."
When Sailub arrived at the meeting, the tension was palpable. The room was filled with producers, executives, and other high-ranking individuals. They knew better than to test his patience today. His reputation as a fierce businessman wasn't just for show—Sailub had built his name not only as a top actor but also as a powerhouse behind the scenes. The Pit Babe project, which had skyrocketed in popularity, owed much of its success to him.
