The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Third Person’s POV

It was Gillian on the line.

The second Melanie picked up, her friend’s voice hit her like a wave of heat. “Melanie! I saw it with my own eyes! Archer is out having dinner with the Haines family right now, and Camille is sitting right next to him! Does he even give a damn about how that looks for you as his Luna?”

Melanie’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the phone.

Gillian let out a low curse. “Damn it! Why am I always the one who runs into this trash? I seriously never want to see those two in the same room again!”

After venting, she asked urgently, “Melanie, where are you?”

“At my grandmother’s… the Red Rose Pack,” Melanie said quietly, her voice sounding a little fragile.

“You went back alone?”

“With Trista and Moira.”

Gillian let out a sharp, mocking laugh. She caught the irony instantly. “So, Archer uses the ‘busy with pack business‘ excuse to blow off your family, then turns around and takes Camille out to dinner with those Haines family vultures?”

Melanie stayed silent. As she hung up, a sudden chill washed over her.

The sense of betrayal bleeding through the other end of the bond triggered a physical reaction–she couldn’t stop herself from

sneezing.

Prunella, noticing the pheromones around Melanie’s scent gland were totally haywire, went to brew a heavy herbal tonic.

Melanie forced it down, but her head felt like lead. It was the warning sign of “Severance Fever,” and she quickly spiraled into a

hazy, feverish sleep.

When she finally opened her eyes again, her body felt like it was on fire.

The spike in temperature from the bond’s turbulence left her dizzy, and her vision was blurry.

Trista had crawled onto the edge of the bed at some point, her small face tight with worry. “Mommy, do you have the ‘Severance

Fever‘?”

“Mhm…” Melanie managed a raspy reply.

Moira pushed the door open, her heart breaking for her.

Feeling the deathly silence coming from Melanie’s scent gland, she insisted on taking her back to the main estate. “We can’t let this drag on. The pack doctor is at the house.”

Monica, seeing how fast and hard the fever had hit, knew this was a physical explosion of all the neglect Melanie had endured. She agreed. “Go back to the estate. It’ll be better for your recovery.”

Back at the estate, the pack doctor, Digby, arrived quickly.

Melanie drifted off again after swallowing a bitter vial of high–grade repair fluid.

By the time she fully woke up, the L.A. skyline was a sea of lights outside the window.

Since her gland energy had stabilized, the burning sensation was mostly gone.

She turned her head and saw a small nightlight glowing. Archer was sitting at his desk, quietly flipping through a book.

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Melanie blinked, startled.

She suddenly remembered where she was–this was Archer’s space, a room saturated with his dominant pheromones.

Maybe it was an Alpha’s extreme sensitivity to a mate’s presence, but Archer turned around. He closed the book. “You’re awake?

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Melanie’s throat felt like it had been scraped by fire, and the lingering scent of his patchouli in the air only made it worse. With the image of that dinner Gillian mentioned fresh in her mind, she had zero desire to talk to him. She didn’t say a word.

She propped herself up and reached for her jacket, trying to get out of bed.

Archer set the book down and stood up, pouring a glass of water and holding it out to her.

Melanie hesitated for two seconds before taking it. No “thank you” followed.

Archer didn’t seem to mind. He reached out, intending to check her forehead for a fever.

Even with her brain feeling sluggish, Melanie’s Alpha defensive instincts were sharp; she tilted her head, dodging his touch.

Archer’s hand froze in mid–air for a heartbeat before he pulled it back like nothing happened. He stood up. “Digby is still downstairs. I’ll have him come up and check on you.”

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