All Chapters of The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Melanie's POVAfter hanging up with Gillian, I instinctively pulled out my phone and checked my X app.Sure enough, the footage from the Pack Assembly had been shared by attendees, and the discussion was trending on X.Archer's name stood out starkly in the hot topics.He was the Alpha of the Razor Pack, commanding high respect among werewolves.He was also the CEO of the Atkinson Group and owned several investment funds and tech companies, making him highly visible to the general public as well.The comments were flying across the screen.[OMG, is this handsome guy really that genius entrepreneur, Archer?][The girl's fiancé isn't bad either, but compared to Archer? Nah. Their auras aren't even on the same level.][25-year-old Ph.D., race car driver, hacker, and she does diving and off-roading? This girl's résumé is seriously impressive.][She raced last time, and Archer was in the stands. Did you see that photo? His eyes were full of pride.][Why would someone with a boyfriend like

Melanie's POVCamille showed up; of course, he would follow.He was standing right next to her.The crowd naturally gave them space, acknowledging a kind of public, yet unannounced, commitment.The Alpha auras around the room—heat, metal, and electricity—intertwined over the cold AC smell, giving the mating bond behind my sternum a slight, painful twist.I quickly glanced over, then pulled my eyes away.The next second, I saw Edric. He was there, too, talking with a few corporate reps, the family crest on his cuff flashing in the light.He noticed me, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but I coldly looked away."Did he know you were coming?" Elmer asked, keeping his voice low.I shook my head. "He shouldn't have."Lately, Archer and I only interacted briefly, usually because of Trista.We never talked about our relationship directly. It was unlikely he knew I'd be at the expo.Elmer was clearly annoyed. "You're just going to let him stand there with Camille? Aren't you even g

Third Person's POVGetting a meeting with Marcus wasn't exactly easy, but it wasn't impossible for Elmer either.Sure enough, soon after Marcus left the main hall, Elmer received a text. He quickly took Melanie to meet Marcus outside by the parking lot.Marcus saw them approach and raised his eyes in acknowledgment.Melanie stopped. "Professor..."Marcus gave a brief "Mhm," his voice measured."I looked at your exhibit. It's above the pass line... but," his gaze swept over both of them, "three years later, is this truly all you could manage?"Elmer and Melanie both stiffened.Elmer quickly replied, "The new version is already in development. We can show a prototype next year.""Mhm," Marcus responded dryly, then added, "Until you have significant, tangible results to show, don't bother coming to see me again."They both responded, "Understood."Marcus added one more instruction. "Write up a technical summary of the exhibits tonight. Send it to me."They immediately understood he wante

Third Person's POVThe meal was winding down. People at the long table started getting up, moving in small groups to the high-top bar tables and sofa areas by the window to continue the discussion on collaboration details.The possibility Archer had mentioned at the dinner table—that they could explore cooperation with Hilltop Tech—was just a hint. Melanie wasn't sure if it would actually happen.However, others at the table were serious about connecting. Midway through the meal, they called over their managers to start discussing initial contacts with Elmer.Melanie followed them, as she was the most knowledgeable about the technical side of the project. Elmer still handled the business terms.She sat next to him, taking notes. Seeing Elmer's glass empty, she stood up and took it. "I'll grab you a refill.""Thanks," Elmer nodded.To an outsider, this looked like a standard assistant's role.Camille and Daphne exchanged a look, solidifying their belief that Melanie was mostly there fo

Melanie's POVI was in the kitchen, watching the egg in the pan—tiny brown bubbles formed around the edges, like the stubborn numbness in my chest."It's a little better," I said, turning the heat down, keeping my voice completely flat."That's good," Trista said, chewing something. Her voice was muffled and light, like it was padded with cotton.Our conversation stopped right there.It never used to be like this.Before, she always had a million things to share: whose wolf awakened first at school, or which pup was learning scent control by the field.But in the last two years, our conversations got shorter and shorter.If she was worried about something, she went to Camille first. I learned to keep my silence contained, like sealing a scent in a jar, twisting the lid tight so nothing leaked out.She really did care that I was hurt, but her concern stayed on the surface.If she were truly worried, she could have asked for my address last night and had the driver bring her over.But s