The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Third Person’s POV

Two seconds later, Melanie answered the phone calmly. “Hello.”

Archer’s tone was cold. “Come back.”

Melanie didn’t feel the need to go back. She said, “Just say what you need to say.”

“Trista has a fever and wants to see you.” With that, Archer immediately hung up.

Melanie froze for a moment, then grabbed her car keys, put on her shoes, and rushed out the door.

When she arrived at the Razor Pack, she went straight to Trista’s bedroom on the second floor.

Trista was running a high fever, getting an IV drip, and looked miserable.

Seeing Melanie, she weakly called out, “Mommy,” and reached out for a hug.

Melanie was mindful of the IV needle in her hand and carefully lifted her into her arms, asking Shannon, “Did she eat anything?

”

“She ate a little, but threw it all up right after.”

Werewolf pups have the same immune systems as regular human kids. Since they haven’t gone through the shift and haven’t gotten their wolf, they get sick easily.

Melanie frowned. After getting the details from the Pack doctor, she spoke to Trista, who was nestled in her arms and refusing to let go. “Are you hungry? I can make you some of your favorite oatmeal. How about you eat a little after the IV is done?”

“Mhm.”

Melanie always took care of Trista when she was sick. She couldn’t stomach food made by anyone else and always wanted Melanie’s cooking.

She wrinkled her little nose and asked, “Where’s Daddy? Is Daddy not back yet?”

Melanie was surprised. When Archer called, she assumed he was already home.

The hotel where the banquet was held was closer to here than her current place, and Archer had left at least half an hour before she did. Even if he stopped to take Camille home, he should have arrived by now.

Unless… he didn’t leave right away after dropping, Camille off, or he didn’t plan on coming back tonight at all.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door–Archer was back.

“Daddy!”

“Mhm.” Archer walked in and headed toward the bed.

Melanie saw him and tried to put Trista down to make room for him, but Trista didn’t want to leave. She snuggled into Melanie’s arms and held out her hands to Archer.

Archer walked over and picked her up. They were close enough for Melanie to smell his familiar patchouli pheromones.

Besides that, there was a subtle, elegant female scent: Camille’s pheromones.

Melanie turned her face away, got up, and backed away from Archer until she couldn’t smell the scents anymore.

Archer, with his expensive watch, gently placed his hand on Trista’s pale forehead, then looked at Melanie. “What’s her temperature now? Has it gone down at all?”

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Melanie repeated what the doctor had said. “It’s gone from a high fever down to a low–grade one, but it’s not stable and could spike again.”

“Okay.”

Archer sat on the bed with Trista in his lap. Trista stayed cuddled with him, but frowned and said, “Daddy, your jacket is too scratchy…”

Archer took off his suit jacket and handed it to Melanie.

She instinctively took it and held it close, but the minute she clearly smelled the two interwoven scents on the fabric, she suddenly remembered that she and Archer were getting divorced. 1

In the past, holding his jacket like this would have felt like a form of happiness, something she wouldn’t easily let go of.

But now, she tossed the jacket aside and told Trista, “I’m going downstairs to make oatmeal.”

With both Archer and Melanie home, Trista was feeling much better. Hearing that, she nodded obediently. “Mhm. Thank you,

Mommy.”

Melanie smiled and left Trista’s room.

Archer’s gaze fell on the suit jacket draped over the chair as he watched her leave.

After putting the oatmeal on the stove, Melanie started prepping other ingredients.

It was twenty minutes later when she came out of the kitchen after washing her hands. She hesitated, then headed upstairs

anyway.

She was just rounding the corner on the second floor when she saw Archer standing by the window at the end of the hall, talking on the phone. “The fever is down. You don’t need to worry.”

“Is he talking to Camille? Does Camille really care about Trista?”

Melanie looked away and walked into Trista’s room.

Trista had finished her IV and fallen asleep. She was sweating a lot, and Shannon was carefully wiping her down.

Seeing Melanie, Shannon quickly stepped aside and handed her the towel. She assumed Melanie would take over caring for Trista, which was what she always did–Melanie always took a hands–on approach to anything involving Trista and Archer.

Melanie shook her head.

Shannon was briefly confused but didn’t think too much of it. She quietly helped Trista change into dry clothes.

Melanie sat down on the sofa in the room. Once Shannon was done, she asked, “Did the doctor leave?”

“Yes.”

“What did the doctor say? Will the fever come back?” She was trying to decide it she needed to stay overnight.

“The doctor said it shouldn’t, no.”

“That’s good.” Since Trista wasn’t in any serious danger, it was unlikely she would have to stay the night.

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