The Bangkok sky was unusually bleak that morning.

No rain. But heavy grey clouds loomed, as if they knew that today, an empire would tremble.

It was as if the heavens themselves struggled to hold back the storm. Just like him.

On the 72nd floor—the main boardroom of Wongthep Group—the silence was suffocating.

Joss Wayar walked in, his tailored black suit cutting through the atmosphere like a blade. His amber pheromone lingered just thinly in the air, yet everyone in the room could feel the crushing weight of it.

His heart tightened—not from fear, but from knowing there would be no turning back after this.

Behind him stood Fluke Wichit—or rather, Gawin Caskey.

No more masks.

No more suppressants.

No more pretending.

He stood tall, sharp-eyed, unflinching, without disguise—only the proud defiance of an Omega who had survived hell and lived to tell the tale.

At the head of the table, Madam Supanya was already seated. Her gaze was steady, still carrying the aura of a queen who once ruled a dynasty with a single hand. Yet when her name was called, her eyelids fluttered—just once, her lips tightened. Very slight—but Joss noticed.

Seated to her right was her youngest son—the one who had secretly allied with Lerdprasit and betrayed the family.

Joss did not sit.

He stood firm, his voice cold and clear:

"Before we begin, I have a statement to make."

No one responded.

He set a thick folder onto the table with a heavy thud.

"I have evidence that Supanya Sangngern—a senior board member—colluded with Lerdprasit Group to sabotage Wongthep's financials, contributed to the downfall of Thanarath Group, and orchestrated internal collapse."

A ripple of shock swept across the room.

A board member spoke, voice trembling:

"Joss... this is serious. Do you... have proof?"

Gawin stepped forward. His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck like an arrow:

"We have traced Swiss bank transactions—an anonymous offshore account linked directly to Supanya Sangngern."

His eyes brushed briefly against Joss's—a bitter, yet trusting look. Joss clenched his fist lightly, standing solidly beside him like a silent shield.

Supanya did not deny it.

She showed no surprise.

Only smiled faintly.

"You intend to dethrone me?" she asked, as if testing the resolve of her heir.

"Not just dethrone," Joss answered coldly. "I intend to purge the rot from this family."

"For the sake of a stray Omega?" her youngest son barked.

Joss turned, eyes sharp as steel.

"No. For the sake of a Wongthep that will no longer be ruled by traitors and greed."

"And Gawin is not a stray. He is my fiancé. He is the one I love."

There was a long, agonizing beat of silence.

Supanya's expression shifted—subtly, but unmistakably.

Still not enough.

One board member, once loyal to Supanya, pulled out his phone.

His face turned pale as he read the latest news.

"Lerdprasit stock is crashing. They just lost all their international funding."

Joss nodded once.

"That's the price of falling into the trap we laid. They thought they could control Wongthep. Instead, they walked straight into the fire."

He turned to Supanya, voice steely.

"You thought you controlled everything. But you were wrong."

He pointed at the stacks of evidence laid neatly across the table.

"Here is proof of your betrayal."

The room was filled with the frantic rustling of papers.

Faces turned ashen.

"You think deposing me will be so easy?" Supanya hissed.

Joss's voice cut like a blade.

"I'm not thinking."

"I'm doing."

He swept his gaze across the room.

"I call for a vote: to remove Supanya Sangngern from the Board of Directors of Wongthep Group."

Silence.

Then, one hand rose.

Another.

And another.

Until the entire room lifted their hands.

Supanya stared at them—each raised hand—without speaking.

Slowly, she rose from her seat.

Her gaze drilled into Joss one final time—unyielding, but defeated.

"You're stronger than I thought," she said, smiling bitterly. "But let's see how long you can stay on top."

"As long as I remember why I started," Joss replied.

Their eyes locked—a final, wordless duel.

Before turning away, she said:

"Remember this, Joss—sometimes the victor is the loneliest one."

Then she left.

The door closed behind her with a soft but final click.

This time, forever.

Joss remained still for a few heartbeats after she was gone.

Gawin moved to stand beside him.

Neither spoke.

Joss clenched his fists.

"I finally dethroned her."

"Do you feel happy?" Gawin asked softly.

Joss let out a dry laugh.

"The game ended. I won... but there are no pieces left on the board."

A faint breeze stirred from the glass windows.

Bangkok still lay under a heavy sky.

But for the first time, a single pale ray of sunlight broke through the clouds.

It touched Joss's hand—warm, fragile.

The wind had shifted.

And maybe, just maybe... so had their lives.

Later that evening, the official press release went out:

Joss Wayar Sangngern—appointed as the sole Executive Director of Wongthep Group.
Supanya Sangngern—retired from the Board due to health reasons.

Gawin sat by the towering window, gazing at the city bathed in golden twilight.

"Is it over?" he asked quietly.

Joss came to stand behind him.

"No.
It's just the beginning."

Gawin didn't answer.

But when Joss's amber pheromone brushed gently against his nape—a silent promise—he didn't pull away.

For the first time, Gawin let his own pheromones slip free—green tea and warm ambergris, blending together.

No longer a storm.

Only the melting of a long winter.