"Liar!" Sailub spat, his voice dangerously low. "You think I don't know what you've done? You think you can hurt him and get away with it?" His words were venomous, each one dripping with barely contained rage.
"Sai, stop!" Pavel shouted, tightening his grip on Sailub's torso. "You need to calm down!"
"Sailub, enough!" Michael added, his voice firm as he pulled harder on the alpha's arm. The last thing they needed was Sailub going too far and creating an even bigger disaster.
But Sailub wasn't hearing any of it. His mind was clouded with fury, his need for retribution overwhelming. The image of Pon, fragile and hurt, flashed through his mind, and that was all it took to fuel the fire in him.
"Why, Ping? Why him?" Sailub demanded, his voice shaking with emotion. "Out of all the people, you went after him!"
Ping didn't respond, his face pale. He had never seen Sailub like this, and he knew there was no talking his way out of it now. The truth had come out, and there was no hiding from the consequences.
Garfield, who had been watching in shock, finally stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "P'Sai, we'll deal with this. But not like this. Not in front of everyone."
The tension in the room was suffocating, like the calm before a storm that everyone knew was about to hit. The cast scrambled to keep Sailub and Ping apart, their voices frantic as they tried to mediate, but the fury radiating off the two alphas was like a wildfire—uncontainable.
"P'Sai, please!" Garfield pleaded, his voice desperate as he tried to restrain Sailub, who was seething with rage. The alpha's eyes were locked on Ping, filled with a raw, barely-controlled fury.
Sailub wasn't listening. His blood boiled, the betrayal gnawing at his every thought. The investigation had confirmed it: Ping was behind the malicious messages targeting Pon, attacking his omega's already fragile emotional state. His omega. The one person Sailub had sworn to protect. And now, the person responsible stood in front of him, unapologetic and defiant.
"You think you can lie your way out of this?" Sailub growled, his voice low and menacing as he glared at Ping. "You—behind those messages? After everything?"
Ping, breathing hard, met Sailub's gaze, his body tense but trembling slightly under the weight of the alpha's ire. "I don't know what you're talking about, P'Sai," he spat, trying to maintain a veneer of composure, but it was slipping.
"You can lie all you want, Ping," Sailub snarled. His fists clenched tighter as the desire to hurt Ping grew stronger. "But we both know the truth now. So, I'll ask you again—why?"
Ping's eyes darted around the room, searching for support, but the cast stood frozen, too terrified to intervene. Pavel and Michael, who had been holding Sailub back moments earlier, slowly released their grip, backing away as Sailub's rage became too much to contain.
"I didn't mean for it to go this far!" Ping finally burst out, his voice shaking. "I didn't think it would—"
"Go this far?" Sailub's voice cut through the air like a blade, furious. "You attacked him, you caused all of this! For what, Ping? For what?" Sailub's voice rose, trembling with fury, and in a flash, he surged forward, grabbing Ping by the collar, lifting him off his feet.
Ping gasped, his eyes wide, but he didn't back down. "Why? Because someone needs to show Pon what kind of pathetic excuse for an alpha you are!" Ping spat, his words sharp and vicious. "You're not fooling anyone, Sailub! You can't protect him—you never could!"
Sailub's eyes flashed, and his growl was primal, vibrating through the room. "You're nothing compared to me, Ping." His grip on Ping's collar tightened as he slammed him against the nearest wall. "You think you can just play with Pon's life? Use him to satisfy whatever sick game you're playing?"
