The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 76

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“Hey, little one.” Edric bent down and gently pinched her cheek, a natural smile spreading across his face. “Your father sent me.

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His breath brushed her forehead, steady and calming.

“Daddy sent you?” Trista’s eyes lit up.

“Of course.” Edric straightened, adding casually, “I heard your great–grandmother is leaving the estate. I notified Dwight and Camille–they’re already on their way and should arrive before nightfall.”

He didn’t lower his voice when he said it.

Nor did he avoid anyone.

His gaze swept over Melanie, lingering only long enough to be sure she’d heard, before moving on.

It wasn’t defiance–more an assumption, as though these arrangements didn’t require her input.

Melanie noticed.

Of course she did. Edric hadn’t even bothered to restrain his pheromones, releasing them with deliberate provocation.

When Camille’s name was spoken, the wolf within Melanie showed no response. No pricked ears, no tightened muscles, not even the faintest territorial warning.

Not even a flicker of displeasure.

Trista, however, visibly stiffened.

She was actually pleased. She had always liked Camille’s scent–bright and light, like sunlight filtering through a forest clearing. It was the kind of presence that made others relax, free from the constant instinct to measure and defend their ground.

But Melanie stood right beside her.

So Trista swallowed her excitement, instinctively lifting her head to look at Melanie.

As if waiting for permission.

Melanie seemed not to notice.

She merely reached out and ruffled Trista’s hair, the gesture gentle and deliberately neutral, releasing no pheromones at all

“Go play,” she said calmly. “Mummy’s going back to her room.”

With that, she turned and walked away, not sparing Archer or Edric a glance

Without complaint, without a word, I left of my own accord

“What’s going on here?”

Edric didn’t bother to lower his voice, seemingly unconcerned that Melanie who had just left–nuight still hear him

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Clearly, restraint no longer mattered.

Archer didn’t answer at once.

He stood with squared shoulders, like an Alpha still firmly rooted at the center of lus domain “You didn’t come alone.”

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“Of course not.” Edric raised a brow. “Coming to a place like this alone? What kind of—”

He stopped short, turning fully toward Archer, his tone darkening.

“You’re avoiding it.”

Archer didn’t deny it.

Edric snorted, glancing in the direction Melanie had gone. “That’s not like her.”

“People change,” Archer said.

“Wolves do too,” Edric shot back.

The air tightened, briefly charged.

Then a bold yet controlled female scent approached.

Camille entered with unhurried confidence, her bathrobe loosely draped, collarbone and shoulder catching the light. Her scent didn’t aggressively claim the territory, yet it was unmistakably present-

a presence that felt allowed.

Edric smiled. “Perfect timing.”

The surrounding werewolves instinctively gravitated toward her, as though she were an unspoken focal point.

No one looked back.

When Melanie returned to her room, the scent of public territory clung to her.

It was a complex blend-

the Alpha’s dominance, the sharp edge of an outsider male, and Camille’s overly bright, distinctly feminine presence.

She closed the door, sealing it all outside.

The moment the door closed, her wolf growled in quiet discontent, then curled in on itself, subdued.

After calming her wolf and gathering her emotions, Melanie removed the clothes that marked her status.

She wore nothing that tied her to the Alpha.

The woman in the mirror looked no different than usual–expression composed, posture straight.

Only Melanie knew that her scent had not been actively answered in a very long time. T

What that meant in werewolf society needed no explanation.

When she sat at her desk and opened her computer, there was no physical discomfort.

The Bond remained, but it felt like a rope pulled too tight slack, unresponsive.

Melanie reviewed files and tagged data, her thoughts unusually clear.

Half an hour later, she paused and placed a call.

“Are you free right now?” she asked.

“I’m at a masquerade ball,” Elmer replied over loud music. “What’s going on?”

Melanie explained her thoughts succinctly.

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There was a brief silence on the other end.

“…I’ll leave immediately,” Elmer said at last. “I’ll contact you as soon as I get home.”

“Okay.”

She ended the call and returned to her work.

Faint laughter drifted up from downstairs.

It wasn’t Archer’s. His laughter had vanished from their shared space long ago.

Melanie didn’t need to guess whose it was.

Camille’s scent had a way of putting people at ease. It carried the Pack’s acceptance, the unspoken permission to draw close to the Alpha a presence balanced carefully between companion and ally, always lingering in a safe, ambiguous place.

Just right.

And because of that, no one ever needed to be told where to stand.

Instinct decided for them.

Melanie rose and closed the window.

Wind, laughter, pheromones–all shut out.

She ordered a meal.

When the doorbell rang, she was already eating.

Seeing Trista on the monitor, she set down her utensils and went to open the door.

“Trista?”

Her daughter’s scent carried hesitation–and carefully restrained excitement.

“Mom,” Trista bit her lip. “Dad told me to ask if you’d come downstairs and eat with them.”

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