Semua Bab The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Third Person's POVThere was a moment of silence on the other end of the line."Ah…"Trista clearly froze.Her small wolf spirit radiated a flicker of resistance in that instant—an emotion almost palpable through the communication link.She had already missed spending time with Camille last week.She'd thought she could make up for it this week.Now that anticipation was being cut short so casually.She didn't refuse, but her hesitation was obvious.How could Melanie not notice?Her grip on the communicator tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white.She asked softly, "Is your dad there?""Yeah." Trista turned to glance at the man across from her. "Does Mom want to talk to Dad?""Mhm."The communicator was quickly handed over.Archer's voice came through, deep and composed as ever. "What is it?"Melanie paused, taking a steady breath before speaking."The day af

Melanie's POVChad's expression faltered for a split second, but he quickly regained his composure and nodded.He had assumed it was only an isolated incident.But half an hour later—The same excuses began to repeat themselves.Some guests left their gifts and hurried away.Several alliance members didn't appear in person at all, sending only their Beta to deliver presents.The reserved tables in the banquet hall gradually grew sparse.The communal ritual so cherished by the Wolf Clan now felt deliberately hollowed out.My chest tightened.Without even turning around, I could imagine how this sight would pierce my grandmother's pride with quiet devastation.Chad's smile remained in place, but the muscles along his jaw visibly tensed.At last, he lowered his voice and asked one of our closer partners, "If I may ask… which family is hosting the banquet everyone is attending tonight?"The man he

Third Person's POVThis statement was tantamount to making decisions on Archer's behalf.Several noble Alphas exchanged knowing glances. The Haines family's confidence in speaking for Archer suggested a relationship far closer than ordinary acquaintance. The quiet undercurrent of speculation drifting through the room immediately grew more intricate.At the same time, although some guests had departed early following the earlier disturbance, the banquet of the Willis family continued without further disruption.Monica stepped onto the main stage.Her presence was gentle yet resolute, radiating the quiet authority unique to a seasoned Alpha female. She delivered her speech with calm composure, thanking the guests for attending and offering a graceful apology for the mid-banquet incident.Applause rolled through the hall like a rising tide.As she stepped down from the stage, Chad signaled the hotel manager to begin serving the meal.

Third Person's POVThe 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."

Third Person's POVArcher said nothing more.He pushed open the car door and stepped out. The night wind swept across his tall frame, dispersing the cold, oppressive Alpha aura radiating from him.He walked around to the other side and lifted Trista from Melanie's arms.The moment the little girl settled against his chest, she began kicking her legs excitedly, like a young cub that had just stumbled into a pack, her tail wagging so hard it seemed it might snap."Daddy—"she called in her high-pitched voice.Archer's hands supported her back with steady ease, his movements practiced and instinctive.As he approached Melanie, her breath caught almost imperceptibly.That scent returned.The blend of sweet orange and night-blooming jasmine—Camille's scentIt hadn't been there when he sat beside her earlier.Frost whimpered softly in the depths of her consciousness, its tail pressed low.