All Chapters of The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Third Person's POVMelanie went upstairs, and a soft sound came from the bedroom.The little wolf pup was awake.Trista still looked a little subdued. She shuffled to the door and poked her head out. "Mommy, I'm hungry."She turned to the omega maid, Shannon. "Is she still running a fever?"Shannon leaned in, checking her scent temperature. She smiled gently. "It broke. Her gland temperature is stable, too."Melanie finally relaxed and turned toward the kitchen.The water boiled, the oats went into the pot, and the spoon scraped against the sides of the pan—the soft, repetitive sound seemed to calm the anxiety in her heart.She added a pinch of healing herbs to cover the bitter taste that comes after sickness.Five minutes later, she poked her head out. "Trista, the oatmeal's ready."She carried out the first bowl and looked up, seeing another figure by the doorway—Archer.He kept his scent tightly controlled. His Alpha pheromones were just a faint layer of clean pine and metal."Momm

Third Person's POVIsaiah thought Elmer was about to cover for Melanie, so he raised his voice and cut him off. "Mr. Boyd, I'm talking to Ms. Willis."He locked eyes with Melanie, his tone becoming sharper. "Is a simple question about your education difficult to answer, Ms. Willis? Why do you need Mr. Boyd to speak for you? Or is it that you haven't actually finished your Ph.D.? Or maybe your school isn't even highly ranked globally, so you're embarrassed to say?"Melanie didn't find the question hard to answer at all. She said calmly, "I actually haven't finished my doctorate yet, but—"She was cut off mid-sentence as Isaiah laughed, seemingly confirming his own suspicions. "But? What are you trying to say? That even without a doctorate, your professional knowledge is just as good as ours? What gave you that illusion? Just because you have a pretty face and men have flattered you, you actually think you've got real skills?"Hearing that, Elmer completely lost his temper. "Isaiah!"Re

Melanie's POVI felt Archer's gaze land on me, and the mating bond gave a tiny, unwelcome twitch in my chest.Up ahead, his scent sliced the air—fir and iron, unmistakably Archer.Edric raised an eyebrow, following my line of sight.I pulled my attention back, my fingers withdrawing from Elmer's arm, leaving a noticeable space where the warmth had been."Twisted your ankle?" Elmer asked under his breath.He hadn't seen the two men at the end of the hall, only catching my sharp intake of breath."Nah," I shook my head."Let's go then.""Sure." I didn't look back at them. I walked up the stairs beside Elmer, making a conscious effort to keep my stride steady.The scent gland on the back of my neck stung, and Frost dropped her voice in my mind, "Don't look back."I didn't turn around, but Frost amplified my hearing. I caught a faint sound from a distance—Edric."Was that Melanie just now?"Archer didn't answer, but his scent tightened slightly.Edric chuckled. "She's getting close to Elm

Melanie's POV"Alpha Archer heard that you and your boss made things difficult for Camille, and immediately went to cause trouble for Hilltop Tech. He just gave us a project worth millions of dollars that day. Do you know what's the better part? It's the very project your uncle has been wanting lately."I heard Gloria's comment about the "millions of dollars project," and it felt like a searing hot iron block being pressed against the back of my scent gland.Frost let out a low growl deep in my consciousness, her fur bristling.It was a burn—a heat that tasted of betrayal, rushing down from my neck.My fingers clenched, my nails digging pale crescent moons into my palms.The air conditioning in the store kept blowing, but I could still distinguish their scents in the air.Marvin smelled of aged oak and a hint of peppermint oil; Paisley's scent was a cold, masked iris perfume; and Gloria's was a cloying sweetness, like raspberry syrup.My pheromones instinctively tried to break free, a

Melanie's POVBy the third evening, my communication stone buzzed. It was Trista."Mom, when are you coming home..." Her voice was soft and followed by a short silence."What's wrong?" I asked."I'm so bored alone here at the villa. Dad isn't home either," she complained quietly.That's how I found out Archer was gone.Knowing his schedule over the last two months, I figured he was probably handling corporate business and making alliance visits to other packs.Those kinds of trips usually meant he wouldn't be back all night."How about I come back home to hang out with you after I finish work, okay?"She gave a small "Mhm" on the other end.I went straight back to the villa that evening. The pack guards were patrolling in pairs on the porch. Black stone markers set with silver runes lined the steps, keeping the boundary stable.The moment I pushed the door open, the layers of indoor scents hit me: polished wood wax, leftover smoke from the fireplace, the clean scent from the omega sta