The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Third Person’s POV

The keychain was a cute little pink cat carrier with a tiny, snow–white kitten tucked behind a clear window. It was a nice touch.

Melanie stared at it for a beat, her expression freezing for a split second. It was almost a carbon copy of the one hanging on Trista’s backpack.

To her, it was a loud, silent reminder of the tight–knit world Dwight, Myra, Archer, and Camille shared–a circle she’d never quite managed to break into. 1

She pushed back a wave of self–pity, dialed down her sharp werewolf senses, and gave Myra a warm smile. “It’s beautiful. I love

1. it. Thanks, Myra.”

Myra’s face lit up. She grabbed Melanie’s hand and started tugging her toward the slopes. “Then let’s go! Let’s go skiing!”

“Okay, I’m coming,” Melanie laughed, following along.

Watching them from behind, Dwight called out, “I’m guessing you skipped breakfast? I’ve got sandwiches in the car if you’re hungry.”

“No thanks, I’m good,” Melanie said over her shoulder. Her tone was polite but held a clear “do not enter” sign.

As a werewolf, she was hyper–aware of Dwight’s Alpha pheromones–heavy, steady, and intense.

It was a different kind of predatory vibe than Archer’s, and it made her want to keep her distance.

Once they were geared up and their goggles were on, the biting wind felt like it was cutting right through them.

Myra was a total newbie, wobbling all over the place, but Melanie was incredibly patient.

Even though her wolf side was dying to just tear down the mountain, she stayed on her board, gliding slowly next to the girl and catching her every time she slipped.

The weekend crowd was a nightmare.

Dwight stayed exactly two feet behind them like a human shield.

He gave off such a “don’t even try it” Alpha vibe that people naturally cleared a path for them without even realizing why.

But the slopes were just too packed. Two girls lost control and came screaming toward them. To keep Myra from getting hit, Melanie threw herself off balance and slammed right into Dwight’s chest.

Dwight’s reflexes were on another level. He wrapped a solid arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him to steady her

Melanie froze against that broad, hard chest.

Instead of Archer’s usual patchouli, her nose was full of something completely different–a crisp, woody scent that smelled like cold snow.

The sheer “Alpha” intensity of it made her head spin; weirdly, her fractured mating bond went totally quiet for a moment.

Feeling exposed, she tried to pull away, but a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

Dwight didn’t let go. If anything, he pulled her closer. “Did you twist it?”

“I think… yeah,” Melanie winced.

Without another word, Dwight signaled a staff member to keep an eye on Myra, then bent down and swept Melanie up in his

arms.

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Melanie was caught off guard. She went stiff. “Put me down, I can walk-”

“The doctor is waiting in the lounge. Let’s just get it looked at,” Dwight said. It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an Alpha command.

Melanie went quiet and stopped fighting him.

In the lounge, the doctor did a quick check and confirmed it was just a minor dislocation. With a quick pop, the joint was back in place and the pain started to fade.

Dwight looked down at her. “Done for the day?”

“I’m fine. I can keep going.” Melanie stood up to test it out. As a werewolf, her healing factor was already doing the heavy lifting.

Across the room, a woman in a high–end outfit was squinting their way.

“Gloria? What are you looking at?”

“I think… I think I see someone I know,” Gloria muttered, watching Dwight’s silhouette.

The profile and that heavy Alpha presence were a dead ringer for Dwight.

But the Dwight she knew didn’t do “family days” with a woman and a kid.

By the time she tried to get a better look, the group had their goggles back on and vanished into the crowd.

For the next hour, Dwight didn’t let a single soul get near Melanie.

He’d occasionally grab her arm to steady her, and she could feel the heat of his fingers even through her thick jacket.

Melanie eventually pulled her arm back, her expression returning to that cool, distant reserve. “I’ve got it now. Thanks.”

Dwight let go smoothly, though his fingers lingered in the air for a second as if he was trying to catch a last trace of her scent.

At lunch, Dwight naturally handed the menu to Melanie first.

Myra, who was wiped out from the morning, tilted her head. “I still don’t know your name.”

Melanie’s eyes crinkled as she gave a soft, genuine smile. “My name is Melanie Willis.”

“Got it,” Myra nodded.

Halfway through the meal, Myra started nodding off.

Dwight expertly pulled the girl into his lap and gently wiped some sauce from the corner of her mouth.

Melanie set her fork down. “Should we call it a day?”

“Sure.” Dwight didn’t get up right away. Instead, he looked her straight in the eye, his gaze so intense it made Melanie’s skin crawl. “Can I… see you again sometime?”

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