All Chapters of The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Third Person's POVMarcus merely acknowledged the sound.Just then, Archer's communicator vibrated.He rose to his feet."I'll take this outside."Only two of them remained in the private booth.Camille handed him the menu.Marcus pushed it aside."You want to be my student?"His tone was razor-sharp.Camille's breath hitched slightly, but she didn't flinch."Yes."She retrieved her terminal and pulled up her research findings.Marcus swiped through the data.The room fell silent, broken only by the faint electronic rustle of scrolling pages.After a few minutes, he said,"For a graduation project, this surpasses most doctoral work."Camille's eyes lit up.Marcus glanced up."You completed this this year?""Yes.""Is that all?"The air seemed to freeze.The proud breath lodged deep in Camille's chest tightened slightly. She

Third Person's POVThe rhythm of keyboard clicks paused for an almost imperceptible moment.Camille's fingertips hovered midair for less than half a second before returning to the keys. Her pheromones carried the elegant, steady scent of sweet orange, as if nothing had disturbed them. Yet, beneath that sweetness, a faint, suppressed sharpness flickered.She knew exactly who he meant.Melanie.She was beautiful.Cool, understated beauty—sharp bone structure, a clean aura, no unnecessary adornment—but still the kind that drew Alpha attention instinctively.Hearing Evander's question, Camille's first thought was that he might have taken an interest in Melanie. But then the words she'd overheard at the auction, coupled with Evander's recent attitude toward her, flashed through her mind. She realized she'd misread the situation.Camille didn't look up. Her voice was as calm and still as a windless lake."Not well.

Third Person's POVThe keychain was a cute little pink cat carrier with a tiny, snow-white kitten tucked behind a clear window. It was a nice touch.Melanie stared at it for a beat, her expression freezing for a split second. It was almost a carbon copy of the one hanging on Trista's backpack.To her, it was a loud, silent reminder of the tight-knit world Dwight, Myra, Archer, and Camille shared—a circle she'd never quite managed to break into.She pushed back a wave of self-pity, dialed down her sharp werewolf senses, and gave Myra a warm smile. "It's beautiful. I love it. Thanks, Myra."Myra's face lit up. She grabbed Melanie's hand and started tugging her toward the slopes. "Then let's go! Let's go skiing!""Okay, I'm coming," Melanie laughed, following along.Watching them from behind, Dwight called out, "I'm guessing you skipped breakfast? I've got sandwiches in the car if you're hungry.""No thanks, I'm good," Melanie said over her shoulder. Her tone was polite but held a clear

Melanie's POVTheir voices eventually faded away, but I stayed in front of the mirror, staring at the woman looking back at me—pale-faced, with eyes that had turned exceptionally cold and hard.Ten minutes later, I walked out of the lobby looking perfectly composed.After a quiet meal with Gillian, my car seemed to find its own way to the gates of the care facility on the outskirts of Santa Monica.I wanted to see Rosemary.But then I thought about her shattered mental state, and the director's warning echoed in my head: "No visitors she recognizes, or we risk a total breakdown."My hands shook violently against the steering wheel.In the end, I didn't get out of the car. After idling at the gate that represented both her prison and her protection for a long time, I pulled a sharp U-turn and headed back to my cold, empty apartment.I locked myself in my room and buried my head in AI model code.Only these dry, emot

Third Person's POVBack at her apartment after the lunch, Melanie's phone rang right on time. It was Elmer.After she gave him the rundown of the high-level meeting Marcus had dragged her to, Elmer let out a playful, mocking snort over the line. "Brigham and Spike? Those two old foxes? Yeah, I've had my fair share of dealings with them."Then, he dropped a bombshell. "By the way, Evander is actually Brigham's son. Seriously, with a father who's a legend in the Royal Military, you'd think the son wouldn't have such trash taste at such a young age."Melanie hadn't expected Evander to have that kind of background.But to her, it didn't change a thing.Tuesday morning, Swift Tech held its first road test for their self-driving vehicles.Melanie and Elmer arrived at the testing grounds in the valley early.Evander, Simon, and their crew were already there, looking as cold as ever. They gave Melanie and Elmer a dismissive glance befo