The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Melanie’s POV

When I stepped into the open–air spring, Archer had already shed his robe.

He was leaning against the stone wall, the rising mist dampening his dark hair. Hearing the movement, his deep eyes locked onto me with clinical precision.

I was indeed wearing the deep red swimsuit Moira had picked out.

Back in the bathroom, when my fingers first brushed against the silk–like satin, I realized the cut was far more daring than it appeared–the fabric barely covered the essentials, making it the most revealing thing I had ever worn.

The crimson popped against my pale, almost translucent skin, creating a visual tension that felt electric.

The woman in the mirror looked like a stranger–someone sharp, someone sexy.

I didn’t hate it; in fact, I felt like this fierce aesthetic finally matched the true state of my wolf.

Despite knowing exactly what I was wearing underneath, I acted unfazed.

I set my towel by the edge and let my fingers deftly undo the silk tie of my robe.

As the robe slid off my shoulders, the red suit was exposed to Archer’s gaze without a shred of cover.

I noticed his eyes go still for a split second.

I knew exactly what he was thinking.

In his mind, this outfit probably translated to a cheap attempt at “seduction,” a hint that I wanted to use the steam and the privacy to stir something up between us.

But honestly? I just liked the suit.

How he chose to interpret this move–considering the icy state of our mating–was his problem. I was past the point of caring about his disapproval.

I stepped into the water, sending small ripples across the surface, and sat down about two yards away from him.

Archer pulled his gaze back almost immediately, slipping back into his usual shell of cold detachment.

The area was silent, save for the occasional rhythmic drip of water hitting the stone.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the lean, powerful lines of his chest and abdomen, his Alpha physique rippling under the play of light and water.

I tilted my head away, avoiding the suffocating weight of his presence.

Just as the silence was about to turn solid, Archer spoke. His voice was a bit raspy from the steam “You want something to eat?

He reached out and pushed a floating tray of exquisite pastries toward me.

“Thanks,” I murmured.

I picked up a sweet, but the sugar felt cloying on my tongue.

I had no appetite in this atmosphere. I took one bite, set it down, and pushed the tray back toward hbu

The water was crystal clear. As I pushed the tray, my eyes inevitably swept over the lower half of his badly submerged in the spring.

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Nothing. Not a single reaction.

In the back of my mind, Frost let out a low whimper of frustration. She paced the edges of my consciousness, confused as to why this pure–blooded, powerful Alpha showed zero response to a mate standing right in front of him.

If any otherone saw this, they might suspect their leader’s instincts had dried up.

But as the Luna who had been mated to him for seven years, I knew better than anyone the sheer, destructive power he carried when he was actually hunting.

His total lack of interest wasn’t a physical failure. It was simply because my scent no longer held any power over him.

It didn’t matter if I was wearing thin silk or the most potent catalyst in the world.

I felt a strange sense of peace. The humiliation I expected never came.

Since I was already planning to sever the mating, I’d lost my biological obsession with his body.

I only felt comfortable standing before him like this because I was certain of one thing: this level of visual temptation meant nothing to an Alpha who had already closed his sensory gates to his mate.

I leaned back against the edge.

The heat of the spring soothed the ache in my scent gland, bringing on a wave of long–overdue exhaustion.

This was perfect weather for a long sleep. After a while, I stood up and said, “I’m heading back.”

Archer gave a short, “Mhm.”

I stepped out onto the stone, barefoot, and threw on my robe.

As I turned the corner, I noticed him standing up, too–water droplets sliding down the broad expanse of his back before disappearing into the shadows.

On my way to the elevator, I ran right into Moira.

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