The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 9

Melanie’s POV

My steps stopped dead.

My eyes were fixed on the moment Camille hurriedly got off Archer’s lap.

Frost suddenly let out a piercing wail in my mind.

The mating bond, which should have been intertwined with Archer, felt like it was being brutally severed by

a dull knife.

A sharp pain shot through my veins, racing to my limbs.

I gripped the tray tightly. My knuckles were white, but I couldn’t stop my fingers from shaking. Half the coffee sloshed over the rim, splashing onto the web of my hand.

The heat made me instinctively flinch. The tray crashed to the floor with a clatter.

The coffee cups shattered. The brown liquid seeped into the floor cracks, mirroring my fragmented

emotions.

Archer’s expression was terribly dark. A low growl rumbled in his throat. His golden–brown pupils instantly narrowed into thin, vertical slits.

A chilling aura from a high–ranking Alpha wrapped around the entire office like a cold wave.

He said coldly, “Who allowed you to come here?”

That aura was even worse for me. As his mate, I could clearly sense the rejection and fury in it.

The tearing sensation of the mating bond intensified. I curled my fingers, wincing in pain. Cold sweat broke out on my back.

I explained softly, “I came to bring you coffee-”

“That’s enough, Melanie.” Rufus Cantrell, Archer’s other personal assistant, happened to walk over.

He knew about my relationship with Archer.

But he was human, not part of the Razor Pack.

He looked at me with a hint of impatience. “This is honestly pathetic.”

He didn’t spell it out, but I understood instantly.

He probably thought I knew Camille was here and deliberately used the coffee delivery as an excuse to cause a scene and interrupt Archer and Camille.

Looking at Archer’s expression, he seemed to think the same.

In the past, maybe I would have done something like that to protect our mating bond.

But now that the divorce papers were practically finalized, why would I bother with such a pointless act?

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Chapter 9

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They didn’t give me a chance to explain.

Rufus added in a cold voice, “Please leave immediately!”

My eyes stung. I knelt to pick up the broken pieces. My fingers touched the porcelain shard, then recoiled from the residual hot coffee.

Frost grew increasingly agitated in my mind. Even its breathing sounded like sobbing.

I didn’t make a sound. I pushed myself up using the table, ready to leave.

I had only taken two steps when Archer’s voice came from behind. The aura intensified again. “If this happens again, you won’t be needed at the company anymore.”

“How dare he?” Frost suddenly roared in my mind, filled with wolfish rage. “Has he forgotten who his mate is? He’s now driving you away?”

I stumbled, biting down hard on my lower lip to stop myself from crying out. I just sped up, desperate to escape this suffocating place.

I had already resigned, actually.

Even without this incident, I would leave as soon as my replacement was found.

But I knew no one here cared about my affairs. Telling them was pointless.

I stayed silent, carrying the empty tray as I walked.

As I left, I heard Camille’s gentle voice reassuring Archer, “It’s okay. I don’t think she did it on purpose. Don’t be angry anymore…”

I dumped the remaining coffee and went to the restroom. I held my scalded fingers under the tap. Then, I pulled ointment from my bag and applied it.

Before mating Archer, I couldn’t do housework, cook, or even drink coffee. 1

For him, for Trista, I learned all these things bit by bit.

I spent countless hours practicing to do them well, going from being clumsy and creating disastrous results to achieving near perfection. Only I knew the hardship involved.

The medicine in my bag was an ointment formulated by the pack doctor. Werewolves have powerful healing abilities, but cubs don’t.

I kept this for Trista.

Since Trista went to London, I rarely used these ointments. Thankfully, they hadn’t expired.

After treating my hand, I suppressed the stabbing pain in my heart and returned to my desk to work.

I had just finished organizing my documents when I overheard two colleagues chatting nearby.

“I heard Mr, Atkinson’s girlfriend is at the company!”

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