The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Melanie’s POV

He hung up immediately after speaking.

I stared at the screen in silence for a moment. I didn’t fully trust him.

In the end, I dialed Chad’s number. After receiving confirmation, I called Dwight back.

He answered almost instantly.

“I’m free this weekend,” I said.

“Do you want to set the time, or should I?”

“You set it.”

“Alright.”

The call ended.

I took a shower. Amid the rising mist, my apple scent faded almost to nothing. The rest of the night I spent browsing the latest developments in global AI.

Early the next morning, just as I was about to leave, Dwight called again.

“I talked to Myra,” he said. “She wants to go skiing. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure.”

“Need to prepare any gear?”

“No, I’ll handle it myself.”

“Alright. See you Saturday.”

At five o’clock in the afternoon, Trista called. Her little cub’s soft, sweet voice brimmed with excitement:

“Mommy, I want you to cook for me.”

That evening, I went to Archer’s place. He wasn’t home. Omega Shannon mentioned he was away on business. I stayed the night.

The next morning, I packed Trista’s school bag, ready to take her to class. Just before leaving, I remembered the weekend ski trip and loaded my gear into the trunk.

Trista’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Mom, are you going skiing?”

“Yes, in a few days.”

The little wolf cub’s tail twitched as if ready to wag.

“I want to go too!”

I watched her sparkling eyes, my fingertips tightening slightly for a moment. Then I lifted my gaze to my daughter across the room, my tone calm.

“When do you want to go?”

Trista bit her lower lip.

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“Well…” Her voice trailed off softly, as if weighing something. Her gaze drifted for a moment before quickly returning. I understood almost instinctively. The girl just wanted a time-

When Camille wasn’t around.

When Archer wasn’t around.

A time that wouldn’t be interrupted or rescheduled.

Only Trista herself didn’t know when that might be.

My wolf Frost moved slightly in the depth of my consciousness, touched by a subtle ache, then retreated into itself.

I withdrew my gaze, my tone gentle yet naturally distant.

“It’s okay. Whenever you want to go, just tell Mom. I’ll take you when I have time.”

Trista’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Okay!”

This week had been unusually hectic. A series of internal group meetings had fragmented my schedule into shards. By Friday evening, when I left work early, dusk had already settled over the edges of the city, the air carrying the damp, cold scent of early spring thaw.

I had just returned to the villa, shed my coat, and before I could turn on the kitchen light, my communicator buzzed. Trista’s

name flashed on the screen.

I paused in the entryway before answering.

“Mom-“The little girl’s voice brimmed with excitement. “I’m free on Saturday! Let’s go skiing!”

I leaned against the wall, my gaze falling on the empty floor–to–ceiling windows. Outside, the night was deep and dark, not a single light reflected. I had promised. If Trista wanted to go, I would take her–but tomorrow…

My fingertips traced the edge of the communicator lightly. Tomorrow wasn’t exactly leisure; it was closer to a social obligation, a time to maintain boundaries. I didn’t want to be distracted by childcare.

My voice remained gentle.

“Mom’s busy tomorrow. Pick another time.”

Silence hung for a moment. Then the little girl’s voice softened, tinged with pleading.

“No… I just want to go on Saturday, Will you come with me, Mom?”

Frost stirred faintly at the edges of my consciousness, a flicker of tenderness sparked by the child’s tone. But it lingered only for an instant. I closed her eyes briefly.

“This Saturday won’t work. Next week. If you still want to go then, Mom will take you.”

“Mom…” Trista drew out the syllable.

My tone held firm.

“We’ll see next week. Remember to eat well and don’t be picky.”

I ended the call. The screen dimmed. The entryway fell silent again. I knew Trista was probably upset but the realization stirred little in my heart. It felt more like a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake, too lazy even to create ripples.

I turned and walked into the kitchen, flipping on the light. The glow spilled across the space, bright yet cold and empty.

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The next morning, I had just gotten out of bed when my communicator vibrated again. Dwight’s name flashed on the screen. He asked if I needed a car. I declined. I was used to managing my own transportation and didn’t want to surrender that boundary.

After a quick breakfast, I drove alone to the ski resort. The closer I got to the mountains, the crisper the high–altitude air became. The scent of cedar mingled with the faint, territorial smell of the wolf pack.

Upon arrival, Dwight and Myra were already there. Dwight stood near the trailhead, his broad shoulders and long legs striking against the white snow. His Alpha presence was restrained, yet still carried an innate, imposing aura.

Myra wriggled free of his grasp and lunged toward me like a little wolf cub.

“Melanie!” The girl collided into my arms. In that instant, the soft warmth of the young wolf pressed against my chest, making me pause slightly. Instinctively, I held Myra close, my palm gently resting on the girl’s back.

“You’ve grown taller,” I murmured. “Your face is a little rounder too–even prettier.”

Myra nodded happily.

“Yeah! I ate lots of meat!”

A barely perceptible smile touched my lips. Just as I was about to speak, Myra pulled a crystal keychain from her pocket.

“This is for you!”

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