Todos los capítulos de The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Third Person's POVTrista turned around and leaned against the car door, her face scrunched up in a heavy pout. "Mom, are you seriously doing the 'work' thing again?"There was a touch of whining in her voice, that classic kid-style guilt trip.In her head, the only thing that ever kept her mom from staying over was work stealing her away.Melanie looked totally unfazed, but her voice stayed soft. "Yeah. Focus in class, okay? Call me if you need anything."She didn't bother explaining further.It wasn't about being "busy"—it was about the fact that she didn't belong in pack territory anymore, and she wasn't going to overstay her welcome.With Archer constantly obsessed with growing his empire, pullng all-nighters was just the status quo for the Razor Pack.Since Melanie had started doing her own vanishing act lately, Trista just figured she'd caught the "workaholic" bug. She hadn't realized yet that her mother's scent was being scrubbed from this cold-hearted villa, one piece at a tim

Third Person's POVOn her way back, Melanie passed by the wetland park again.Kites danced across the sky like symbols of unconstrained freedom. On a sudden whim, she turned the wheel and drove inside.The breeze was gentle on the lawn, the sun was perfect, and the air was filled with the laughter of happy couples.Melanie walked through the crowds alone. She had intentionally suppressed her scent, making that hint of apple blossom extremely faint and light.She stopped in front of a kite stall, her fingertips grazing the rough surface of a string reel.Just as she was hesitating over whether to buy one to release her heavy mood, a soft little hand gently took hold of her index finger and gave it a pleading little tug."Auntie."Melanie looked down, her eyes widening in surprise. "Myra?"Myra bit her lip and nodded, the grip on Melanie's finger tightening slightly, as if she were making sure this wasn't a hallucination.

Third Person's POVEdric's voice spiked with excitement. Without waiting for Dwight to say a word, he jerked his chin toward Archer. "Since when, man? How'd you keep this so quiet? Right, Archer?"Archer didn't jump in. He just sat there with his long legs crossed, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the side of his glass.He kept his eyes on Dwight, a cryptic smirk playing on his lips—looking every bit like a judge waiting for a witness to trip over a lie.Dwight didn't flinch. He traced the rim of his cold glass with his thumb and said flatly, "We just bumped into each other.""Oh, really?" Edric clearly wasn't buying it; his mind was already racing. "So, let me guess—you grabbed lunch together, too? No wonder you're so chill with the kid today. You had help."Dwight looked down and stayed silent.In werewolf social circles, that kind of non-answer was basically a confession.Archer watched him closely, his e

Melanie's POVThe engine cut out, and the courtyard went dead quiet.Then I heard Trista's excited voice downstairs. "Hey, it's Mom's car! Dad, Mom is home!""Mhm." Archer's response was short and flat, as cold as ever.I snapped my laptop shut, locking all those cold algorithms behind a black screen. I was just about to head out of the master bedroom when the door flew open.Trista charged in like a little wrecking ball and tackled my waist, clinging to me. "Mommy!""Hey, baby," I murmured. I gave her hair a quick, light stroke—just a brush of my fingertips. But I didn't wrap my arms back around her.The exhaustion was so deep in my bones that even pretending to be the "doting mother" felt like a marathon I wasn't ready to run.Trista didn't notice the distance. She was already off to the races, rambling about her weekend.I only tuned back in when I heard heavy, rhythmic footsteps approaching. I looked up over her head

Third Person's POVMoira seemed to pick up on the tension crackling in the air. She sighed and walked over to sit next to Melanie, trying to soothe the room with the warm, stabilizing presence of an elder. "What's keeping you so busy, dear?""Just some projects at the office..." Melanie replied softly.Moira huffed, tilting her chin toward Archer. "Well, if you've got work, talk to him. What is he, a piece of furniture? He's your Alpha."Melanie's fingers twitched. A lump formed in her throat.She didn't mention that she had already resigned from Atkinson.She stole a quick glance at Archer; he seemed to be in a decent mood, and to her relief, he didn't call her out in front of Moira.Melanie figured he was probably just as worried as she was that if Moira found out the truth, she'd start meddling in and force Melanie back to the office.Luckily, Moira changed the subject and dragged them out for a stroll in the garden.