The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Third Person’s POV

Melanie stood frozen, her eyes glued to Archer’s back as he walked away.

The lingering pheromones in the air felt like an invisible collar, making her scent gland throb with heat. It took her a long moment to snap out of it.

When she finally regained her focus, her fingertips instinctively brushed the side of her neck.

When Archer told her to “get some rest,” was he implying she should stay the night?

Even though she had already filed for mating severance, as long as the mating bond wasn’t fully severed, she was still his Luna. 1

Staying one night wouldn’t break any rules.

But the master bedroom was saturated with the man’s scent–too dominant, too aggressive. It was enough to shatter the mental walls she had worked so hard to build.

Frost let out a tiny, wounded whimper in the back of her mind.

Forget it. Melanie steadied her breathing, grabbed her toiletries and a change of clothes, and headed to Trista’s bedroom

instead.

She slept there for the night.

The next morning, Melanie’s internal clock–sharpened by her werewolf heritage–woke her up before seven.

Trista woke up soon after, burrowing into her mother’s arms like a needy pup. She wrapped her small arms around Melanie’s neck and pleaded for her to drive her to school.

Melanie looked down, hiding the fractured exhaustion in her eyes, and gave a gentle nod.

When they went downstairs for breakfast, Archer was already seated across the table.

His energy felt especially sharp in the early morning; even with his aura suppressed, the magnetic field of a high–tier Alpha made the air feel thick.

Trista chirped a greeting. “Morning, Daddy!”

“Morning,” Archer replied. His deep gaze flickered toward the side of Melanie’s neck. It was bare–no fresh marks, no sign that he had touched her.

He didn’t say anything, turning back to elegantly slice his bacon in silence.

Melanie maintained a graveyard–still calm throughout the meal.

Archer’s agreement to help yesterday might have just been about maintaining order in his territory; it didn’t mean their dead relationship was coming back to life.

Their connection remained like frozen soll–hard, barren, and stuck in a stalemate.

After dropping Trista at school, Melanie headed to the office.

Since the tech expo, both she and Elmer had been buzzing with new ideas, but their collaboration with Swift Tech had eaten up

all their time.

Now that their schedule had cleared, they started fleshing out these concepts and figuring out how to push the project forward.

Their itinerary for the day was packed.

Chapter 68

435 Songs

Melanie had planned to just order a pizza and pull an all–nighter at the office.

But around 6:00 PM, while she was still deep in work and hadn’t even found time to look at a menu, her phone barzzed, it was Archer.

Melanie glanced at the screen, gave her team a quick “one second” signal, and stepped out of the conference room. “Hello”

“Moira is here,” Archer said. “Get back as soon as you can.”

Before she could even respond, the line went dead.

Melanie took a breath and went back into the room. She told Elmer she had a family matter to attend to and added, “Send me the meeting minutes and any technical bottlenecks you hit. I’ll handle them tonight.”

She didn’t want to slow the team down.

Elmer gave her a supportive pat on the shoulder. “No problem. Get going.”

Half an hour later, Melanie pulled up to the Razor Pack estate.

Archer’s presence had already permeated the entire mansion.

Entering the house, she saw Moira sitting on the sofa, chatting with Trista and Archer.

Archer was the first to sense her–a werewolf’s nose always catches a mate’s arrival before their eyes do.

He didn’t say anything, just gave her a neutral, sweeping glance.

“Melanie, you’re back?” Moira stood up and took her hand affectionately, her brow furrowing “Look at you. You look terrible. Your pheromones are so weak–don’t you know how to take care of yourself?”

Moira shot a sharp glare at Archer, who was sitting there like a statue.

Archer remained expressionless, but under Moira’s gaze, he followed the basic instincts of etiquette. He stood up, walked to the dining table, and silently started plating dinner for Melanie.

Melanie looked down, avoiding his touch. “Thank you.”

Moira mentioned she had brought a ton of supplements. After dinner, she planned to have some sorted out to help both Melanie and Archer get their strength back.

Melanie couldn’t really say no, so she just nodded along.

In her younger days, Moira had been a powerful and influential she–wolf. She was big on wellness and even knew how to brew her own exclusive medicinal tonics.

Once dinner wrapped up, she insisted on personally supervising the omegas as they prepared the tonics. When Melanie tried to help in the kitchen, Moira laughed and pushed her back out.

Melanie had to sit on the sofa.

Trista and Archer were there, too.

One was scrolling through work emails, and the other was playing with a puzzle.

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