The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Third Person’s POV

Yet she couldn’t find rest herself.

She had barely returned to her room when a task file popped up on her communication terminal.

From Elmer.

The note contained only a single sentence:

Mr. Norman requests completion by six a.m. tomorrow.

Melanie set down her bag and took a sip of cold water.

‘Got it.”

she hadn’t even had time to remove her makeup.

The blue glow of the computer screen lit her weary yet alert face as the minutes slipped by.

By the time she finally finished organizing the materials, the sky outside had turned a pale gray.

t was past four in the morning.

She sent the file over.

Elmer replied almost instantly.

Mr. Norman wants us to come by before nine.

‘Got it.”

Only after shutting down her computer did she head to the bathroom.

Hot water cascaded over her, making her feel as if her body were coming apart at the seams.

By the time she finished drying her hair, it was already past five.

she set her alarm for eight.

Then collapsed onto the bed.

Consciousness sank quickly into darkness.

Soon-

The alarm screeched.

Her entire body felt hollow and heavy, but she forced herself upright.

Wolf Clan training never allowed weakness to linger.

As she washed up and made her way downstairs, her exhaustion was plain to see.

Monica frowned.

“Why don’t you sleep a little longer?”

“I have to go to Mr. Norman’s.”

Monica sighed.

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“Have the driver take you.”

“Alright.”

Upon arriving at Marcus’s villa, the three of them headed straight for the study.

Work resumed almost without pause.

It wasn’t until noon that they finally caught a brief moment to breathe.

Just then, her communicator vibrated.

Gillian.

Going skiing this afternoon?

Melanie replied with a voice message.

“I already have plans today. I won’t be able to make it.”

“Alright.”

Later that afternoon, as she stepped out of the study to get a drink, Gillian sent another message.

This time, it was a photo.

She opened only the first one.

In the image, Archer stood on a snowy slope, flanked by Camille and Trista.

Dwight and Myra were there as well.

The five of them stood together-

Like a complete, stable, fully acknowledged wolf pack.

Melanie didn’t open the remaining photos.

Another voice message from Gillian followed.

“We were having a great time until we ran into them. What a mood killer.”

Melanie replied calmly.

“Just enjoy yourselves. Don’t worry about them.”

“We might stay out until tonight. Want to join us?”

She gazed out at the snow–covered courtyard.

Frost lay curled quietly in the deepest corner of her consciousness.

“I won’t. I have things to deal with here.”

“Alright.”

The call ended.

She silenced her communicator, picked up her long–cold glass of water, and pushed the study door open once more.

The room still carried the metallic warmth of electronic equipment, mingling with Marcus’s pheromones–almost scentless, yet edged with a crisp, limestone sharpness that made the air feel unusually clean and cutting.

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Work consumed the rest of the daylight hours.

When night finally swallowed the forest silhouette beyond the floor–to–ceiling windows, Elmer stretched lazily, his joints cracking in sharp succession.

“Mr. Norman,” he said casually, “how about we go out for dinner tonight? Our treat.”

Marcus didn’t even look up.

He closed his terminal, his voice smooth as unbroken ice.

“I have plans tonight.”

Melanie and Elmer froze almost at the same time.

“I’m having dinner with Archer.”

Elmer’s eyebrow lifted slightly, his gaze instinctively flicking toward Melanie.

Melanie held her glass of water, her expression serene–bordering on indifferent as though the name had been nothing more than a stray sound carried by the wind.

Marcus had already picked up his car keys and was heading toward the door.

“Remember to lock up when you leave.”

As the door closed, he added one last remark.

“I won’t be gone long.”

“Yes, Mr. Norman,” they replied in unison.

Meanwhile.

Outside the ski resort, a cold wind swept snow mist across the parking lot.

Trista hopped down onto the ground, stepping into the untouched snow, her small body still radiating that uniquely sweet warmth of childhood.

She looked up at Archer, her eyes curving into crescent moons as she smiled.

“Daddy, I want seafood tonight.”

Archer adjusted his gloves. His pheromones remained steady and commanding; even carefully restrained, they made the surrounding air feel subtly heavier.

“Not tonight.”

Trista’s smile faltered.

Archer continued, “Camille and I have something important to attend to. The driver is waiting for you in the parking lot. Tell the chef what you’d like when you get home.”

The air fell instantly silent.

The light faded from Trista’s face.

“Why? Why can’t I go with you?”

Archer reached out and gently pinched her cheek–a tender gesture, yet one that carried an Alpha’s innate authority.

“It’s important.”

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“But-”

Trista pressed her lips together and turned to Camille, clutching her arm like a small wolf seeking shelter.

“Camille…”

Camille’s breath caught slightly.

The word important, spoken by Archer, rang in her ears like a silent medal of honor.

She crouched down and drew Trista into an embrace, releasing a wisp of sweet orange pheromones–gentle, yet edged with brightness.

“This is a very important occasion for me,” she murmured softly. “I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. I don’t want anything to go wrong. Can Trista understand?”

Trista hesitated, her nose wrinkling slightly.

Finally, she nodded.

“Then you have to make it up to me next week. Take me out for something delicious.”

Camille smiled.

“Of course.”

She looked up at Archer, her eyes shimmering with barely restrained anticipation.

Dwight stood silently nearby, his gaze lingering briefly between them before shifting away.

Myra stepped forward and took Trista’s hand.

“If there’s time, let’s all have dinner together next week.”

Trista nodded immediately.

After watching the car drive away, the parking lot was left with nothing but the soft hush of falling snow.

Archer opened the car door for Camille, and they drove off together.

The car filled with the steady scent of Alpha dominance intertwined with Camille’s sharp, sweet fragrance.

By the time they reached the private dining room, the lights were already on.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

Marcus stepped inside.

His aura remained faint, yet carried an intangible pressure–like cooled veins running deep through bedrock.

“Mr. Norman.”

Archer and Camille rose simultaneously.

Marcus’s gaze rested briefly on Camille, showing no hint of surprise.

Camille introduced herself again.

Marcus offered only a brief handshake.

His palm was cold and steady.

After they sat down, Camille smiled.

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“I’ve admired you for a long time and hope to learn more advanced knowledge in the field of Al from you.”

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