The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 57

Melanie’s POV

After getting into the car, I drove straight toward the Razor Pack.

Leaving the city streets and the human areas, the night deepened. The car headlights sliced the shadows of the trees along the highway into segments.

I drove up the private road, and the outline of the main estate came into view.

The old manor was only partially lit at night, the windows like half–closed eyes.

By the time I got there, it was completely dark.

Inside, besides the omgeas, only Moira was present.

Notified that I had arrived, she set down her cup and personally came out of the living room to greet me.

When she saw me walk in alone, the smile on her face paused noticeably. “Where’s Trista?” she asked.

Archer not riding with me was normal, but Trista usually came back with me.

Since my ankle healed and I went to the Alpha villa to have dinner with her, she hadn’t contacted me once on her own initiative.

As for where they were this weekend, and who they were with, I had no idea and wasn’t going to ask.

Hearing Moira ask, I smiled. “They should be here soon.”

Even though I said that, there was no telling if they would show up tonight.

Didn’t the same thing happen with the hot springs trip? He just casually missed it.

Moira assumed I knew their schedule and didn’t press further.

We walked into the living room and sat by the fireplace, chatting and sipping coffee, mostly about pack news and the operations of a few Atkinson real estate holdings.

By the time the conversation reached half past seven, the entrance remained quiet. There was still no sign of Archer or Trista’s aura approaching.

Moira’s brow slowly furrowed. “What time is it? Why aren’t they here yet?”

Clearly, she remembered the last time at the hot springs. Her face darkened. She told me, “Call him and hurry him up.”

I had no choice but to dial Archer.

He answered quickly, and as if he knew exactly what I was calling about, he spoke first. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

I was about to say something when I heard a car door close on his end, followed by Trista’s clear voice, “Camille, bye!”

I lowered my eyes

they were with Camille, just as I suspected.

Camille’s soft voice immediately followed, drifting into my ear, “Mhin, Trista, bye.”

Then, her footsteps moved away, and I faintly heard her through the receiver, “I’m heading up now!

“Mhm,” Archer acknowledged.

Then, he focused back on the phone. “Anything else?”

I quickly pulled myself together. “No.”

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Before I could say anything more, he cut the call off even faster.

“What? Is he not coming back again?”

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Moira heard the abrupt hang–up. Before she could even finish her question, her anger spiked. “Archer is truly-”

“He will,” I said with a faint smile, calming her, and myself, down. “The roads are busy at this hour. He said twenty minutes.”

Moira’s expression softened slightly, but she was still annoyed. “Then we’ll eat first. We won’t wait for him. Let him eat cold

food!”

The omgea maid couldn’t help but remind her with a chuckle. “Trista is in the car, too…”

Moira paused, then huffed. “Fine, we’ll let it slide this time!”

I just smiled and didn’t comment.

Twenty minutes later, the familiar sound of an engine and tires crunching on the gravel driveway came from the yard.

The pack guards‘ brief, tensed aura told me Archer was arrived.

The front door opened a second later. Moira didn’t look at Archer. She first beckoned to Trista, her smile gentle. “Trista, my good girl.‘

Trista ran over, let Moira hug her, and had her hair ruffled. She then turned to me. “Mommy.”

“Mhm.” I pulled her into my arms.

She carried the smell of the cold outside air, along with a foreign perfume scent–that sweet, light fragrance that was Camille’s

usual mark

It was faint now, but distinct.

I didn’t point it out. I just gently let Trista go.

Archer sat down in the seat next to Moira. He opened the paper bag he brought and pulled out a square gift box, handing it over. “Apology gift.”

It was a highly sought–after, limited–edition coffee bean that Moira loved.

This single–origin bean was hard to find, released in small batches, and its collector’s value far exceeded its price.

He was apologizing for missing the hot springs trip.

Moira gave a small huff. “You remembered to get me a gift. What about Melanie? Where is her apology gift?”

Archer just smiled, offering no explanation, and glanced at me.

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