All Chapters of The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

Melanie's POVI noticed a flicker of surprise in Elmer's eyes. He clearly hadn't realized that not only was Alpha Archer still at Swift Tech, but Camille had been there all this time, too.He looked at me, raising a hand to lightly pat my shoulder—a silent reassurance.I shook my head. I was fine.Before coming to Swift, I had rehearsed this moment countless times in my head, telling myself I might run into Archer.I just hadn't expected Camille to be here as well, moving in and out freely, acting like an insider with the core team.Frost gave a soft huff in my mind, a cold disdain running along my nerves."Look how in sync they are."I lowered my eyes, suppressing the momentary sting, and forced my attention back to the documents on the table.The contract involved many clauses for future technical collaboration.To prevent any misunderstandings during the partnership, every single line had to be confirmed.I stared at the screen, answering questions mechanically, trying to latch ont

Melanie's POVHe and Camille were standing side-by-side, coming down from the upper floors.That whole "busy" was probably just having dinner with Camille.But I didn't say any of this out loud.During dinner, I tried to keep my tone light, sticking to talking to Trista about school and the cartoons she was watching.Maybe because I had intentionally given her more freedom lately, not using my Luna aura to control her or correct every "rude" thing she said, she was much closer than before. She wasn't moody or impatient anymore.She ate and talked, occasionally leaning into me. Her pup pheromones quietly diffused into the air, making the table finally feel a little bit like "home."After dinner, Trista pulled me upstairs.She said she wanted me to bathe her, wash her hair, and blow it dry tonight.Usually, Shannon did these things; she only asked me when she wanted me to be a "special guest."I agreed to everything she asked for tonight.I stood in the bathroom, carefully avoiding her

Third Person's POVDwight clearly saw that she was noticeably more distant toward him now than she had been before.That aloofness wasn't intentional coldness; it was a subtle, invisible boundary—she wouldn't cross it, and she didn't want him crossing it either.He instinctively blamed it on the awkward encounter at the racetrack. Seeing her leave, he simply nodded and didn't try to stop her.As Melanie walked away, Elmer came out with his plate. He glanced at the people at her former table. "Who was that?"When he waved earlier, Dwight's back was to him.From a distance, he just saw the broad-shouldered back of a man and a child sitting next to him. He assumed they were just random guests sharing a table.But seeing Melanie go over and talk to them, they couldn't be total strangers."Dwight," she explained simply."Dwight?" Elmer raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I thought you two weren't close. Why were you sitting

Melanie's POVAfter getting into the car, I drove straight toward the Razor Pack.Leaving the city streets and the human areas, the night deepened. The car headlights sliced the shadows of the trees along the highway into segments.I drove up the private road, and the outline of the main estate came into view.The old manor was only partially lit at night, the windows like half-closed eyes.By the time I got there, it was completely dark.Inside, besides the omgeas, only Moira was present.Notified that I had arrived, she set down her cup and personally came out of the living room to greet me.When she saw me walk in alone, the smile on her face paused noticeably. "Where's Trista?" she asked.Archer not riding with me was normal, but Trista usually came back with me.Since my ankle healed and I went to the Alpha villa to have dinner with her, she hadn't contacted me once on her own initiative.As for where