The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98

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Chapter 98

Third Person’s POV

The crowd stirred like grass rippling in the wind.

Several Alphas exchanged glances, while the Omegas instinctively held their breath. More and more eyes turned toward Camille.

Their attendance at tonight’s banquet wasn’t solely for the Cummings family–it was largely due to Archer’s presence.

The Willis family’s influence had waned in recent years, long since slipping from the core circle of the pack power map. If both Archer and Marcus had appeared at a Willis family gathering-

the significance would clearly extend far beyond Monica’s birthday celebration.

Camille stood silently.

There was no panic in her expression. Only the wolf spirit deep within her chest stirred faintly, as if sensing an unfamiliar scent drifting in from the far edges of her territory.

She set down her glass, her voice cool and clear.

“Archer’s grandmother has always been close to Monica of the Willis family.”

She spoke slowly. “Archer is merely honoring that connection by making an appearance.”

Her words fell like nails, pinning the spreading speculation firmly in place.

The guests exchanged glances. Rumors of ambiguous ties between the Atkinson and Willis families had circulated for years, but there had never been concrete proof. Hearing Camille confirm it now left many wearing complicated expressions. 1

Just then-

Footsteps echoed from the banquet hall entrance.

A sharply dressed attendant entered, carrying a gift box. His aura was tightly restrained, yet carried the unmistakable cool patchouli undertone of the Razor Pack.

He walked straight to Camille and bowed respectfully.

“Miss Haynes, Alpha Archer has been detained by urgent matters and may arrive later,” he announced. “Concerned he might miss the banquet, he specifically instructed me to deliver his gift in advance.”

Camille reached out to accept the gift box.

Her fingertips lingered for a fraction of a second against the wrapping.

“I understand,” she replied gently. “Thank you for delivering it.”

After the attendant departed, the atmosphere around the main table visibly relaxed.

In upper–tier wolf society, gifts were never merely gifts–they were statements of attitude and territorial stance.

Though absent, Archer had publicly maintained his support for Camille through this gesture.

Baron clearly sensed the situation settling once more. He raised his glass with a hearty laugh, thanking the guests for attending The scent of wine and the swell of applause filled the banquet hall again. T

The crowd stirred once more.

Camille lowered her gaze to the gift box in her hands, the faint discomfort in her chest gradually easing.

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She could almost picture Archer making the arrangements–cool, rational, precise.

It was the kind of consideration unique to an Alpha: restrained, yet unquestionable.

She exhaled softly.

Her eyes swept across the crowd, but she saw no sign of Dwight.

She turned to Edric.

“Has Dwight not returned yet?”

Edric paused, pulling out his phone. “I’ll check with him.”

The call connected quickly.

After a brief exchange, Edric lowered the communicator.

“He said something urgent came up and he had to leave. He asked me to apologize to you.”

Camille nodded.

“If it’s urgent, that’s understandable.”

She paused, then asked, “Did he mention what it was?”

Edric hadn’t thought much of it at first, but his expression turned thoughtful.

“Could it be… related to the person he likes?”

Camille’s smile stiffened slightly.

The orange blossom scent surrounding her faded almost imperceptibly.

“He never mentioned it again after that.”

Her tone was detached. “I really couldn’t guess.”

“True.” Edric smiled. “We’ll just have to ask him directly another time.”

Camille hummed a quiet acknowledgment.

Her gaze drifted toward the deepest shadows beyond the lamplight.

Meanwhile,

At the Willis family’s head table-

The moment Archer sat down, the atmosphere along the length of the table seemed to dip beneath an invisible weight.

His presence wasn’t deliberately projected, yet it carried the cold, unmistakable authority of a patchouli Alpha—an instinctive imprint forged through years of leading his pack.

He glanced sideways at Melanie.

She had indeed frozen for a moment upon his arrival.

In that instant, her wolf spirit seemed stirred by some long–forgotten scent. But the ripple lasted only a heartbeat.

She quickly regained her composure.

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When she met his gaze again, her expression had cooled into something bordering on formal politeness.

“Is there something you need?” she asked.

Archer paused briefly.

“No.”

His tone was low and steady.

The air seemed to freeze again.

No further words followed.

Melanie’s cousins had never seen this Alpha leader up close before. Now they couldn’t help stealing a few extra glances.

Archer returned only a casual look.

It wasn’t sharp, yet it carried an innate dominance.

The cousins instinctively averted their eyes, their breathing turning tight and restrained.

Archer showed no reaction. He offered no pleasantries, made no deliberate display of power. He simply withdrew his attention.

Archer was Melanie’s chosen mate. 1

Melanie had loved him with stubborn devotion.

His coldness toward her over the years was no secret across the territories.

Chad sat in the seat of honor, watching the scene unfold, a long–simmering anger suppressed deep within his chest.

But anger could never alter the hierarchy of Alpha power.

The Willis family could not rival the Atkinson family. 1

At last, he rose to his feet and lifted his glass.

“I hadn’t expected you to visit in person, Alpha Archer,” he said. “If there are any shortcomings in our hospitality, please forgive us.”

Archer rose as well.

Their glasses touched lightly in the air.

“Alpha Chad, you’re too kind.”

His tone was polite, restrained, and distant–like an invisible wall.

The liquid inside the glasses swayed slightly.

Everyone could see it.

He stood among them, yet never truly blended into a gathering that belonged to the Willis family.

He was like an Alpha stepping into foreign territory–cool, observant, yet with no intention of leaving his scent mark behind.

Melanie had understood this long ago.

Long before anyone else.

Once, that aloofness would have stung. But the pain had dulled through years of slow emotional cooling, leaving behind only a thin layer of near–numb clarity.

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She no longer longed for him to acknowledge her family.

Nor did she need it.

She knew perfectly well that his presence here was most likely Moira’s arrangement–a symbolic fulfillment of bloodline obligation, not the stance of a partner.

She lifted her gaze to meet his, her tone as matter–of–fact as if discussing the weather.

“We appreciate the gesture. If you have other business, you’re free to leave.”

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