The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Melanie’s POV

Trista’s voice drifted up from downstairs, light and cheerful, like a young wolf cub that had only just learned to run.

She scampered up the stairs, her footsteps pattering across the floorboards. Spotting the brocade box on the table, she leaned in curiously, gave it a sniff, and remarked in a tone so natural it bordered on careless ease, “Oh, those? Dad brought them back the other day. Said they were for you, Mom.”

I simply replied, “Mm.”

No explanation. No correction.

I rolled the oil painting back up, placed it in its case, and tucked both lacquered boxes away, my movements steady and

controlled.

Then I took Trista’s hand and led her outside.

Trista wanted to go to the shooting range.

So I took her.

She held the custom–made miniature energy gun, her expression intent, her eyes bright with concentration. The moment her shot struck the bullseye, she spun toward me in delight, her tail practically wagging behind her. (1

Next came the roller coaster.

The wind roared past us, shredding her laughter as it carried skyward–pure, unburdened joy, the kind only young cubs possessed.

After spending most of the day playing with her, the sun began to sink toward the horizon.

Trista still wasn’t ready to stop. She tugged at my hand, refusing to let go. “Mom, can we play a little longer?”

In the past, I would have nodded without hesitation.

Even when I was exhausted, her happiness always came first.

But this time, I simply looked at her and said calmly, “Mommy has other things to do. If you want to keep playing, ask the bodyguard to stay with you, alright?”

Trista froze.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around me, her voice soft and pleading. “Mommy…”

I gently pried her hands away, my tone still gentle, but unyielding. “Mommy really has things to do. I’ll play with you next time.

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She had probably never seen me like this before.

When her pleading failed, her little brow slowly furrowed as she sensed the finality in my voice. At last, she lowered her gaze and murmured, “…Okay.”

I instructed the bodyguard to stay with her, then turned and got into the car.

In the rearview mirror, she stood frozen in place, watching as my car pulled away.

I didn’t look back.

The navigation guided me to the far end of the city.

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An antique market I had never visited before.

The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and the lingering residue of time–unpleasant to a werewolf’s senses, yet eerily

quiet.

I wandered through the shops for a long while.

Until a set of antique cups displayed in a corner caught my eye.

The texture of the material, the intricate patterns, the delicate relief carvings along their surface–every detail carried an irreplaceable aura of antiquity.

The moment I saw them, I knew my grandmother would love them.

When the shopkeeper quoted the price, I didn’t even blink.

Over ten million. T

Compared to the jewelry set and the oil painting, it was nothing.

But I knew-

This gift would please her far more than those ever could.

I ran my fingers across the cups, tracing their subtle textures, already picturing the brief spark of delight that would light up my grandmother’s eyes when she received them.

This was the birthday present I had prepared for her as Melanie Willis.

Not Luna.

Not Archer’s partner.

Just… me.

As for whatever he had planned-

My phone buzzed.

“Gillian?”

“Sorry, Melanie. I have something to do tomorrow. I won’t be able to go with you to pick out a gift for your grandmother.”

“That’s alright. I’ve already bought it.”

Relief flooded her voice. “Really? That’s wonderful.”

I gave a faint nod.

After a two–second pause, Gillian lowered her voice. “Oh–about the Haines family you mentioned earlier… I looked into it. They are planning to settle in the capital and have been house–hunting recently.”

My smile faded. “I see.”

“And Camille’s grandmother… I heard her family is preparing to relocate as well. They’ve already begun sending out dinner

invitations.”

“…I see.”

The call ended.

My knuckles whitened slightly as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

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Deep within my mind, my wolf, Frost, let out a low, warning growl.

The days that followed were quickly swallowed by work.

New projects launched one after another, and Elmer and I were practically swept along in their wake.

Archer appeared to have returned to the villa on schedule.

Because during those days, Trista never called me again.

On Wednesday evening, Elmer and I accompanied a client to dinner.

As we approached the entrance to a private dining room, I spotted another group.

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