The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 66

Melanie’s POV

This wasn’t just a real estate move; it was a stake being driven straight through the heart of the Willis.

Camille and her crowd clearly wanted to parade their victory in front of Monica every single day.

My knuckles turned a ghostly white as I gripped the table, my voice as cold as ice. “I’m… I’m calling Archer.”

“Good,” Chad replied over the comm–stone.

I knew that if it were any other minor issue, Chad’s pride as an Alpha would never let him ask me to beg that blind, heartless man for anything.

But Monica’s health was as fragile as ancient parchment; she couldn’t handle even the slightest disturbance.

If Camille and her family actually moved into that villa right across from the Red Rose Pack, the Willis family would never know peace again.

I ended the call, giving myself zero room for weakness.

My finger jabbed hard at the familiar sigil on the crystal screen.

Since that man had given Camille a “special privilege” that bypassed all the rules, I was going to demand an explanation myself.

The signal tone echoed through the quiet night, a long, drawn–out torture.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the stone clicked.

“Hello?”

It wasn’t Archer’s usual low, frigid voice that smelled like cedar.

It was Camille. Her voice carried the light, airy tone of a winner–a lazy, condescending lilt born from the extreme security of being over–indulged.

Hearing her voice, I felt a weird lack of emotion. I couldn’t even summon a flicker of surprise.

Archer and her were already so close they were practically one person; the boundaries of their mating bond had been smoothed over long ago.

His comm–stone was, naturally, hers to answer.

“I need to speak to Archer,” I said, stripping every ounce of feeling from my words.

Camille obviously recognized my voice. Her cheerful tone turned cold instantly, radiating a blatant sense of “you don’t belong here.”

“He’s in the shower. If you have something to say, just tell me.”

“Tell her?” Frost, my wolf, let out a disdainful snarl deep in my mind.

This whole mess had her fingerprints all over it.

The shadow Chad saw today was definitely Camille’s aunt, and the mystery buyer behind that villa was almost certainly Marvin He bought it just to suck up to Camille’s grandmother.

If I actually spoke to Camille, would she stop that family from moving in?

No. She’d just stand on that villa’s balcony, watching our chaos and laughing behind her hand.

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I even suspected that she was the one behind this whole drama.

Trying to talk to her wasn’t a “negotiation“-it was walking straight into a trap to let her trample on my dignity.

I didn’t say another word. I just cut the connection.

An hour passed. Then two. The comm–stone in my hand remained silent, as lifeless as a black rock.

I couldn’t sense a single spark of energy from Archer. That bond between mates, which should have been a flickering spark of soul–power, was as cold as a stagnant pond.

I didn’t know if Camille had hidden the call or if Archer had seen it and just didn’t feel like moving a finger to call me back.

At this point, there was no difference between the two.

I took a deep breath and channeled my power into the stone again.

This time, I got a cold, disconnected tone–the symbol that the other party had completely shielded their mind.

My hand tightened until the rough edges of the stone nearly broke my skin.

A few seconds later, I forced the violent thoughts in my mind to settle. I pivoted and connected to Shannon.

“Are they at the house right now?” I commanded, my voice cold with the authority of a rightful Luna.

Shannon sounded flustered. “No, Luna Melanie. Did something happen?”

“Nothing.”

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I didn’t sleep at all that night.

The moonlight spilled across the floor, looking exactly like the night he first refused to mark me.

The next morning at nine, I tried Archer again.

Three seconds in, he hung up on me.

I grabbed my bag and the stone and walked out the door.

Half an hour later, I was back at the villa that used to be my prison.

Shannon looked genuinely happy to see me. “Luna Melanie, you’re back! Are you staying for lunch? I’ll have them prepare all your favorites right away.”

“Thanks, that would be great.”

I walked upstairs. At the landing of the second floor, my feet hesitated for a split second before I pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

The air still held the faint, lingering scent of Archer’s pine.

I sat on the edge of the bed. Everything was exactly the same.

Strangely, the skincare products I’d left in the guest room during my last visit had been neatly moved back to the vanity here.

My clothes were back in the walk–in closet, too, hanging right next to Archer’s dark suits.

The whole scene looked fake and ridiculous- as if I’d never left, as if this family were still whole.

I ate dinner alone. I’d thought about calling Moira for help, but the moment I involved her, the situation would escalate into something I couldn’t control.

After dinner, I opened my laptop, trying to numb the dull ache in my scent gland with rows of logic and algorithuns.

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