Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Chapter 184 Interesting Dinner

THIRD PERSON POV

The banquet hall slowly returned to normal.

Laughter still filled the room, glasses still clinked, and servants still moved between guests carrying silver trays.

Even with everything looking normal, there was still a bit of tension between the guests.

Some watched Damien. Some watched Zade. Almost everyone watched Sophia, though many pretended not to.

Damien sat with Tiffany beside him, surrounded by Simon, Peter, and several business associates. He carried himself with the same authority he always used in public, but those who knew him well would have noticed the stiffness in his shoulders.

Peter remained close to Damien. He poured Damien a drink without asking, clapped him lightly on the shoulder, and laughed too loudly at jokes that were barely funny.

Damien didn’t reject the behavior. Instead, he accepted it.

Simon leaned against a high table nearby and smirked as he watched Peter and Damien together.

“See?” he said to the group around him. “This is what real trust looks like. We stand by our own people.”

Peter lifted his glass proudly. “Some people earn loyalty. Others just marry into rooms they never belonged in.”

Several people laughed. Tiffany lowered her eyes but deep down, she felt satisfied with his statement.

She enjoyed the picture being painted - herself at Damien’s side, Peter treated like family, Sophia left somewhere outside the circle.

Damien was nice and patient towards Tiffany and her people, despite Peter’s rude behavior, yet Sophia’s own family were treated coldly by him. He would put up business walls when they needed help.

People noticed it, even if they said nothing aloud. Damien was the Alpha. Nobody would dare to question him.

There were two guests at the table as well. They watched everything with annoyed expressions – Noelle and Ken.

Noelle was elegant and known for being outspoken. Ken stood behind her, Zade’s longtime friend. He swirled the drink in his glass once and whistled lowly.

“That group has impressive talent,” Ken said dryly.

Noelle arched an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For pretending standards matter.”

She laughed. “Ah. Yes. Selective morality is very fashionable this season.”

Ken’s eyes stayed fixed on Damien’s group. “Interesting that a rude drunk man can be treated like family if he’s useful.”

“And a decent woman can be pushed away if she’s inconvenient,” Noelle added.

Their voices were loud. A lot of guests heard every word.

Noelle set down her fork and decided to join in the conversation.

"The Northern development," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear "That’s the coastal corridor project, isn’t it? The one with the three contested land parcels?"

Peter turned to her with a smile "That’s right. We’ve been working through the access rights for months-"

"Mm." Noelle tilted her head. "And the contractors you’re bringing in..... they’re all Stone-affiliated firms, I assume?"

Peter’s smile faded a bit. "We work with people we trust-"

"Of course you do," Noelle grinned. "Nothing wrong with that. It’s just-" She looked at Ken briefly, and Ken smiled "When all the risk is distributed among the same group of people who are also distributing all the benefit, it does create a certain-" She paused, selecting. "Unfairness and favouritism. Doesn’t it?”

Simon heard them clearly. His face darkened at once.

He pushed away from the table and walked toward them with anger radiating off him.

“What did you say?” Simon demanded the moment he reached them.

Ken glanced at him lazily. “I said your tailoring is too tight. It seems to affect your mood.”

Everyone laughed.

Simon’s jaw clenched. “Watch your mouth.”

Noelle smiled pleasantly. “Why? Does honesty embarrass you?”

Peter got up. “You people think being clever makes you important.”

Ken looked him up and down. “No. But it does help us avoid becoming you.”

Simon’s hand tightened around his glass. He looked ready to throw the drink or worse.

Before he could act, another presence entered the circle.

Zade.

He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to. He simply got up. The force of his presence alone changed the balance.

“Enough,” he said quietly.

Simon froze, turning to him. “We were only talking.”

Simon glared at her but said nothing more. He turned walked back to his seat. Peter muttered under his breath. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

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