The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Melanie’s POV

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Around two in the afternoon, Herbert suddenly announced a three o’clock meeting. Figured Archer was back in the office.

The second Archer walked into the conference room, I noticed he’d changed clothes–not the suit he was wearing this morning.

I couldn’t help but let my mind race: he went to see sick Camille this morning, maybe he stayed to cuddle her until she fell asleep…

“Stop overthinking things,” Frost’s gentle voice snapped into my head, the comfort layered with slight impatience. “What he wears or who he’s with–why do we care?”

Her voice felt like a soft, warm blanket, gently sweeping away the mess in my head, and the tension in my fingers eased a bit.

When I snapped out of it, I realized Archer was staring at me, totally cold..

The memory of his warmth toward Camille versus his annoyance with me right now made me quickly drop my gaze.

Frost scoffed in my mind. “Don’t look down. He’s not worth you feeling bad.”

Right after the meeting, Herbert came to find me. He said my handover was basically done, and I didn’t need to come into the office starting tomorrow.

“Got it.” Even if he hadn’t said anything, I was going to bring it up once I finished my last tasks.

Him coming to me just saved me the trip.

Herbert looked surprised. “You…”

I offered my hand and said softly, “Thanks for everything over the years.”

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Herbert was still a bit thrown, but he instinctively shook my hand. “It was nothing.”

I gathered my things, grabbed my bag, and turned to leave.

When my fingers hit the cold doorknob, Frost’s voice was bright and eager. “We’re finally out of here!”

My steps faltered slightly. The corner of my mouth turned up into a small, secret smile, Stepping into the light, I walked out of the Atkinson Group for the last time.

After leaving the Atkinson Group, I headed straight home.

I guess Trista’s focus was back on Camille, because I didn’t get a single call from her for the next two days.

Late the following night, Gillian called me for help. She had a fever, so I rushed out.

It had been raining all day, and it hadn’t let up yet.

Gillian lives in the older part of town, so the roads were empty, with hardly any cars or people around at this hour.

I bought some medicine at the pharmacy near Gillian’s apartment. As I got into my car, the passenger door suddenly swung open, and a tall figure slid inside.

My heart jumped. My nose picked up the danger before I even moved a strong metallic scent of blood, mixed with a faint, cold,

tell–tale wolf aura.

He was clearly trying to mask his scent, keeping his entire presence low–key.

I couldn’t place his pack or identity from the scent alone.

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Chapter 26

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I barely turned my head before a black gun barrel was pointed right at me.

Frost was already freaking out in my head, a silent warning rumbling in her throat.

My fingers curled slightly. I calmly shoved my apple–scented pheromones deep into my scent gland.

“Don’t move.”

The guy was dressed all in black, wearing a mask, his hat pulled low so I couldn’t see his face. His eyes, though, were sharp and

ice–cold.

I slowly put my hands up and froze.

Frost subtly leaked a whisper of aggressive aura, a thin, silent sheet of ice across the car cabin.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hand gripping the gun barely flinch. His eyes under the hat instantly darkened, and the edge of his pupil quickly flashed a sliver of golden–brown vertical slit–a wolf eye.

He clearly hadn’t expected to carjack another wolf, let alone one who would try to intimidate him.

The guy took my purse and phone. “I’m not going to hurt you. Drive me where I need to go, and you walk free.”

Before I could react, he commanded coldly, “Drive.”

The place was deserted–no cars, no people, and the pharmacy was a distance away.

I quickly ran the calculations in my head. Frost chimed in with a low murmur: “He’s badly hurt. His scent is all over the place. He can’t keep that aura up for long.”

I paused, then started the car. “Where to?”

“Straight ahead, to Willow Wharf.” The man added, “I’ll give you directions.”

“No need, I know the way.” I said, pulling out onto the road.

After that, I focused on driving. The man didn’t speak again, and the car was silent.

I could feel his eyes flicking over me every few seconds.

Willow Wharf was a good half–hour drive from here. I stayed completely calm, driving smoothly and accurately, never missing a

turn.

After a while, the man said, “Pull over by that banyan tree up ahead.”

I replied, “Got it.”

The car rolled smoothly to the curb and stopped. The gun was still pointed at me, but his grip seemed to have loosened a bit. That wolf side of him that had almost surfaced was forcefully stuffed back down.

As he got ready to get out, I took back my purse and calmly started rummaging through it right in front of him. “I have some first aid supplies here.”

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