The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Third Person’s POV

After hitting send, Melanie tossed her phone aside. She was done letting “past” drama clutter up her head.

Across town at the estate, Trista was messing around on Archer’s phone.

When she saw the reply, she literally jumped off the sofa. Her pent–up “pup” energy exploded into the room, making the heavy air in the study feel instantly lighter.

“Daddy! Mommy said she’s busy! That means I can ask Camille to come to the parent–teacher conference, right?”

Archer, head down and buried in paperwork, paused for a heartbeat. He gave a non–committal “Mhm.”

“Yes! Awesome!” Trista cheered. Her pupils narrowed into tiny slits–a flash of gold that only happens when a werewolf is truly hyped.

“I’ll be going, too,” Archer added.

Trista stuck her tongue out and gave him a huge grin. “Duh! If Camille’s going, there’s no way you’re staying home.”

The next day at Hilltop Tech.

Melanie was double–checking system parameters with Ainsley when her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Trista’s homeroom teacher.

“Miss Willis, aren’t you coming to the conference today? The sign–in sheet is still blank next to her name.”

Melanie’s fingers hovered over the screen for a second. She typed back calmly, “I’ve got a conflict, so I won’t be checking in. Thanks for the heads–up.”

A minute later, a long block of text popped up. The teacher sounded worried–and a little awkward. “Mr. Atkinson is here for the conference… but he brought another woman.”

Then came a candid photo.

In the picture, Archer looked every bit the cold, high–end executive. Camille sat next to him, looking perfectly polished in an elegant suit. They looked like a matched set.

But the real kicker was Trista. She was practically glued to Camille, clutching her arm with a smile so bright it was painful to look at a smile Melanie hadn’t seen in a long time.

Looking at the “happy family” in the photo, Melanie felt surprisingly zen.

If Trista was that desperate for Camille to take her place, and Archer was that obsessed with spoiling his favorite person, why would they miss a chance to play house?

The teacher was clearly offended on Melanie’s behalf, but Melanie didn’t feel a thing.

She looked down and politely typed, “I know. It’s fine. Thank you.”

She put the phone down and went back to the code. The last scrap of family drama was swallowed up by cold, hard numbers.

The week flew by, and suddenly it was Friday.

Early morning, Melanie had just finished getting ready when Dwight called.

His voice sounded even deeper in the morning chill. He mentioned Myra was begging to go camping in the mountains.

Melanie stopped mid–zip. “An overnight trip?”

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“Yeah.” Dwight paused. “Don’t worry, I’ve got security handled. Sleeping bags, heaters–I’m having everything packed. You just need to show up.”

“Okay.”

Saturday afternoon, Melanie made a quick stop at the Red Rose pack to make sure Chad’s new project was on track before heading to the campsite.

By the time she reached the summit, Dwight and Myra had just arrived.

Werewolf guards were busy pitching tents, and the air smelled like woodsmoke.

The mountains near L.A. had seen a few days of snow, leaving the whole place draped in white, with drifts up to her ankles.

“Auntie!” Myra shouted, running over to grab her hand. Her nose was bright red from the cold. “Let’s build a snowman!”

Looking at that sweet, innocent face, something in Melanie’s chest started to thaw.

She used to do this with Trista all the time back at the Razor pack.

For a werewolf, building a snowman is light work.

Before long, a round little guy was standing under a fir tree.

Myra suddenly remembered she needed a carrot and a scarf and went sprinting off to bug the staff.

Dwight walked over to Melanie.

She didn’t say anything, just kept smoothing out the edges of the snowman.

Dwight crouched down next to her. His black tactical jacket made his shoulders look even broader, and his Alpha presence was impossible to ignore, even in the freezing wind.

“So, you’re working at Hilltop now?” he asked, casual–like.

“Yeah,” Melanie said without looking up.

Thinking back to how stone–cold she was around Archer and Camille at the test track, Dwight’s eyes darkened. “Since when?”

“A while now.”

Dwight wanted to dig deeper, but he could feel the “don’t go there” vibe coming off her in waves. He played it smart and backed off. “That’s one,” he said instead.

Melanie paused. Right–he was counting down her five “babysitting” sessions.

“Got it,” she replied.

Myra came running back with a handful of decorations. She bossed them both around, insisting they build a “big one” next to the small one, “Like Auntie and me!”

She pointed at Dwight. “Uncle, do the heavy lifting!”

Dwight silently rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Once the big snowman was done, Myra insisted on a photo.

Dwight pulled out his phone. In the lens, Melanie was tilting her head, fixing Myra’s hat. The sunset caught her profile, showing a genuine, unguarded smile Dwight had never seen before.

He kept his finger on the shutter, pinning that moment to his camera roll forever.