The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Third Person’s POV

Melanie paused for a moment.

Then, in an even voice, she said, “Your dad, Moira, and I all prepared gifts for you. You’re still a cub–it’s alright if you didn’t bring one.”

She smoothed the collar of her shirt.

“If you want to show your feelings, you can prepare something yourself for your great–grandmother’s birthday next time.”

Her voice remained gentle as the words left her mouth.

But Melanie knew her expression was not.

Deep within her mind, her wolf, Frost, slowly opened her eyes.

She made no sound, merely watching Melanie in silence, as if reminding her that something instinctual was gradually fading

away.

Melanie hadn’t reminded Trista to prepare a gift.

But she also knew that if Trista truly cared, the moment she learned today was Monica’s birthday, she should have thought of it

on her own.

The gift didn’t need to be expensive.

Even a childishly drawn wolf totem would have been enough to show respect for blood ties.

But Trista hadn’t.

She hadn’t even mentioned it.

And Melanie knew Trista wasn’t careless about dates like this.

She remembered Camille’s birthday with perfect precision.

She would even count down the days in anticipation.

That subtle difference spoke louder than any argument.

Watching Trista stand beside her with her head bowed, Melanie suddenly felt an unnatural stillness settle in her chest-

Like a wasteland slowly frosting over.

She said nothing more.

She simply straightened and refocused her attention on the pack ceremony.

Trista didn’t notice the fleeting chill that crossed Melanie’s face.

Hearing Melanie’s reassurance, she visibly relaxed. Her cub like excitement was impossible to hide, her voice growing lighter, with every word she spoke.

After Chad handed over the prepared gift to Monica, Melanie stepped forward.

First, she presented the exquisitely framed oil painting.

“This was prepared by Archer at Moira’s request.”

Her tone remained steady, revealing almost no emotional shift.

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Monica accepted the painting.

The intricate brushwork shimmered softly in the sunlight. It depicted a totemic scene of the old pack territory–a silver moon suspended overhead, a pack of wolves bowing in reverence as they guarded an ancient stone monument.

It was the symbol of the previous generation of Alpha clans.

Monica’s fingertips lightly brushed the edge of the frame.

In that instant, her breathing noticeably softened.

“I like it very much.”

A faint trace of nostalgia threaded through her voice.

Melanie didn’t respond. She simply passed forward the second gift.

“This is from Archer.”

Emerald jewelry rested quietly inside the box. Under the light, the deep green shimmered like the frozen heart of a forest. Its clarity was so striking that even high–ranking wolves could instantly recognize its immense value.

Monica had always adored emeralds.

Among wolves, they symbolized fertility and the continuation of power.

But when she heard it was from Archer, the fleeting sparkle in her eyes quickly dimmed.

She gave it only a cursory glance before closing the box and setting it aside.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thank him for me.”

Her tone was distant, as though she were speaking about some insignificant alliance partner.

She didn’t even ask whether Archer would appear today.

Melanie understood why.

In the past, she might have instinctively made excuses for him.

But now-

She simply retrieved the gift she had prepared herself in silence.

It was a set of exceptionally well–preserved antique coffee cups. Their silver rims were delicate, the porcelain engraved with the old wolf clan crest–clearly a piece from the tribe’s early aristocratic collections.

Just as expected.

When Monica accepted the set, her entire presence seemed to brighten

A rare smile spread across her face almost instantly.

“This set… where did you find it?”

Her voice carried a tenderness unique to an elder witnessing the continuation of her bloodline

“The market,” Melanie replied simply.

Monica, however, had already turned and carried the cups into the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee herself.

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Soon, the rich aroma of coffee drifted through the dining room like a warm mist, wrapping around the entire house.

Breakfast began amid laughter and conversation.

The Willis family was rarely gathered together like this.

The atmosphere at the table was lively.

Monica’s smile never faded.

Only-

Melanie occasionally caught a flicker of emptiness in her eyes.

It was a sense of absence that even pheromones couldn’t disguise.

They all knew.

Days like this were meant for a complete family pack.

But today-

One name was missing.

Melanie’s mother, Rosemary.

No one mentioned her.

As if refusing to speak her name might somehow keep the fracture in their unity from becoming real.

Melanie turned her face slightly away.

A faint sting pricked her eyes for a moment.

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