The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Melanie’s POV

By the third evening, my communication stone buzzed. It was Trista.

“Mom, when are you coming home…” Her voice was soft and followed by a short silence.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m so bored alone here at the villa. Dad isn’t home either,” she complained quietly.

That’s how I found out Archer was gone.

Knowing his schedule over the last two months, I figured he was probably handling corporate business and making alliance visits to other packs.

Those kinds of trips usually meant he wouldn’t be back all night.

“How about I come back home to hang out with you after I finish work, okay?”

She gave a small “Mhm” on the other end.

I went straight back to the villa that evening. The pack guards were patrolling in pairs on the porch. Black stone markers set with silver runes lined the steps, keeping the boundary stable.

The moment I pushed the door open, the layers of indoor scents hit me: polished wood wax, leftover smoke from the fireplace, the clean scent from the omega staff’s sanitation, and a familiar hint of green apple–that was her.

She heard my steps and rushed over. She spilled all the news from school, then dragged the game she was obsessed with to the sofa, insisting on teaching me how to play.

Once her homework was done, I played with her.

I kept my scent at a soothing level, not pushing my Luna aura, just letting her relax in my calming aura.

When she laughed, the whole room felt brighter.

Before bed, she begged me not to leave, and since I didn’t want to go back to the master bedroom, I stayed in her room.

In the early evening, I turned off the kitchen fan and walked out with a plate of food.

Right as I set the dish on the counter, the border’s barrier gave a tiny shudder–the silver rune on the boundary post pinged back: the Pack’s Alpha had just crossed into Razor’s territory.

I untied my apron and handed it to Shannon.

A moment later, Trista ran in from the living room. “Daddy! You’re back!”

“Mhm. Did you eat?” His voice was already near the doorway.

“Not yet, but Mom’s almost done cooking.”

We each took our usual seats.

“Dad, I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow?”

“I finished up early, so I came back.”

“Oh.”

Our dinner table wasn’t big on stiff manners. The kids could talk freely.

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Archer didn’t say much, but he always responded when she asked him something.

She turned to me. “Mom, why aren’t you talking?”

“I’m just listening to you two.” I added another spoonful of vegetables to her bowl. A side attendant quietly swapped our water glasses.

Archer kept his Alpha aura very low, like a steady sea breeze calming the room.

Just then, his comms stone lit up. It was Moira.

He hit the speakerphone. “What’s the plan?”

Moira’s laugh came through the speaker. “I haven’t seen Melanie and Trista in two weeks. It’s getting cold. Bring them to the hot springs resort tomorrow. A nice soak will warm them up.”

“Got it.”

“Hot springs! That’s awesome!” Trista’s eyes sparkled.

Archer looked at me. “I’ll have the driver pick you two up tomorrow night.”

“I’ll drive myself. I can go straight from the office.”

“Nooo, Mom. Can you come back here so we can go together? The hot springs are so far, and I’ll be bored alone in the car.”

I paused, then nodded. “Okay. We’ll go together.”

After dinner, Elmer called to discuss a few technical details about Hilltop Tech’s new app.

I took the phone call out to the patio.

The night wind swept through the yard. The runes on the boundary marker posts faintly glowed in the dark. The patrol’s changing–of–the–guard signal was short and regular in the distance.

Thirty minutes later, I returned to the living room. Trista looked up. “Mom, you’re on the phone so much lately. You talk for hours every night. You never used to do that.”

“I have some things to handle. I’m going upstairs to work for a bit.”

In the study, I opened my laptop and started on the file package Elmer sent. The sound of the guards changing posts downstairs was very faint.

I saw Trista peek in after her shower. Seeing me busy, she quietly walked in.

I hadn’t totally ignored my field over the last few years, actually.

When I had downtime, I’d design a few programs, and when Trista came over, I’d teach her some basic concepts.

But back then, Trista was only three or four, and she usually fell asleep while listening. Now, Trista looked over my shoulder, but I let her be and kept working.

She got bored quickly and went back to sleep.

By the time I finished running that set of files, it was past two in the morning.

I didn’t go back to the master bedroom. I stayed in Trista’s room all night.

The hallway only had emergency lights on. The sound of the patrol’s footsteps came through the boundary, steady and muted.

The door to the master bedroom remained quiet. The air inside was clean, as if swept by the wind- and didn’t send any signals for me to return.

he kept his scent very low

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