The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Third Person’s POV

Moira seemed to pick up on the tension crackling in the air. She sighed and walked over to sit next to Melanie, trying to soothe the room with the warm, stabilizing presence of an elder. “What’s keeping you so busy, dear?”

“Just some projects at the office…” Melanie replied softly.

Moira huffed, tilting her chin toward Archer. “Well, if you’ve got work, talk to him. What is he, a piece of furniture? He’s your Alpha.”

Melanie’s fingers twitched. A lump formed in her throat.

She didn’t mention that she had already resigned from Atkinson.

She stole a quick glance at Archer; he seemed to be in a decent mood, and to her relief, he didn’t call her out in front of Moira.

Melanie figured he was probably just as worried as she was that if Moira found out the truth, she’d start meddling in and force

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Luckily, Moira changed the subject and dragged them out for a stroll in the garden.

A light night breeze carried the scent of Archer’s chilly cedar toward her. Despite the fact that their mating bond was a mess of fractures, Frost–the wolf in Melanie’s mind–greedily inhaled every molecule of his pheromones, let out a needy, desperate whimper.

When they got back, Moira was starting to feel the long day. “I’m going to wash up and head to bed. Don’t forget to drink that tonic once it’s ready.”

Melanie was about to nod when she realized the subtext–Moira was planning on staying the night here.

Melanie froze, shooting a helpless look at Archer.

Archer caught her drift. Once Moira was out of earshot, he spoke in a low, raspy voice that still carried that undeniable Alpha magnetic pull. “Moira says she’s staying here for a while.”

“What?” Melanie stood there, stunned. Because of the damaged bond, she felt a sharp, dull ache bloom in her chest.

Archer didn’t offer a long explanation. He simply said, “I’ll be in the study.”

Without another word, he headed upstairs, not even bothering to pull back his cold, heavy aura. He didn’t give her a chance to

argue.

Melanie spent over an hour with Trista.

Eventually, Shannon pushed the door open. “Luna Melanie, the tonic is ready.” She set the tray down with a respectful bow.

Melanie took the bowl, the warmth of the liquid offering a tiny bit of comfort to her parched scent gland

Once Trista was tucked in, Melanie had to face reality with Moira in the house, she couldn’t sleep in her daughter’s room without raising major red flags about their failing mating.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the master suite. The room was thick with Archer’s scent

He wasn’t there; he must still be in the study.

Melanie hurried to handle the emails Elmer had sent over. Once finished, she headed into the bathroom

It was only after her shower that she realized she’d forgotten her matching pajama pants.

Her old clothes were soaked from when she’d splashed water on them while washing her face, making them unwearable.

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He’s still not back… She bit her lip and pushed the bathroom door open, only to lock eyes instantly with Archer.

He was standing right there. His gaze was deep and restrained, like he was forcibly crushing some predatory instinct.

Melanie went rigid.

The silence in the room became suffocating, but she fought to keep her composure as a Luna.

Legally and spiritually, they were still mates. Over the years, they had shared countless intimate moments.

She had never tried to “seduce” him—she knew that against a heart as cold as his, such things were pointless.

Her oversized, long–cut sleep shirt was modest enough.

Trying to break the thick silence, she whispered, “I just… forgot my pants.”

She didn’t realize how much of a provocation she was to Archer in that moment.

The steam had left her skin looking like polished ivory, and the high–low hem of the shirt perfectly framed her long, pale legs. In the flickering shadows, she radiated the pure, lethal scent of a she–wolf.

It was more alluring than any lace lingerie she could have picked.

Archer’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes lingered on her for two seconds before he jerked his gaze away. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp. “Mhm.”

Relieved that he hadn’t snapped or mocked her, Melanie hurried into the walk–in closet.

By the time she came out fully dressed, Archer was still in the room with no intention of leaving.

Without a word, she went to the vanity and began her skincare routine mechanically.

A few minutes later, Archer grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.

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