Semua Bab The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Melanie's POVElmer watched the group disappear down the hallway, surrounded by their sycophants. He let out a dry, frustrated laugh. "Man, they treated you like you were invisible."I looked down, a self-deprecating smile tugging at my heart, but my voice stayed level. "It's fine. Let's head in. We shouldn't keep the client waiting.""Let's go."That evening, I buried myself in a world of algorithms, trying to escape reality.Around seven, Moira called right on cue, asking when I'd be heading back to see her.Technically, I should've been there, but my brain was on fire with ideas for the new project."Sorry, Grandma. I'm pulling overtime. It's going to be a late one," I said, hesitating.Moira let out a heavy sigh on the other end. "Archer's busy, you're busy, too... if you two keep this up, how is that mating ever supposed to heal?"Archer's working late too?I gripped my phone, whispering, "I'm sorry, Grandma.

Melanie's POVThe next morning, I allowed myself the rare luxury of sleeping in.By the time I headed downstairs, Moira's voice, laced with its signature authority, was already drifting out of the dining room."I didn't go to bed until after ten last night, and there wasn't a sign of you," Moira said, her tone dripping with disapproval as she faced Archer. "I started to think you'd gotten so distracted you forgot you're still the Alpha of the Razor Pack."Archer sat composed at the table, his long fingers wrapped around a glass of water. He took a calm sip and said nothing.Moira rapped her knuckles against the tabletop, a sharp crack echoing through the room. "Talk to me! Don't you dare play the silent type with me!"Archer set his glass down and cut a glance toward me.It was a brief, neutral look before he turned back to Moira."Weren't you the one who insisted I come back because we were going out this morning?""Oh?

Third Person's POV"Hey, little one." Edric bent down and gently pinched her cheek, a natural smile spreading across his face. "Your father sent me."His breath brushed her forehead, steady and calming."Daddy sent you?" Trista's eyes lit up."Of course." Edric straightened, adding casually, "I heard your great-grandmother is leaving the estate. I notified Dwight and Camille—they're already on their way and should arrive before nightfall."He didn't lower his voice when he said it.Nor did he avoid anyone.His gaze swept over Melanie, lingering only long enough to be sure she'd heard, before moving on.It wasn't defiance—more an assumption, as though these arrangements didn't require her input.Melanie noticed.Of course she did. Edric hadn't even bothered to restrain his pheromones, releasing them with deliberate provocation.When Camille's name was spoken, the wolf within Melanie showed no response. No pricked ears, no tightened muscles, not even the faintest territorial warning.No

Third Person's POVAfter four hours of intense discussion, night had deepened. Elmer and the team decided to take a break, planning to resume in two hours. Melanie organized the day's findings, closed the computer, and stepped outside for fresh air, intending to gather some mountain spirit fruits to bring back.The mountain breeze carried a chill, but wrapped in her heavy cloak, Melanie felt nothing. Accompanied by two guards, she ascended the winding path. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor.Breathing in the crisp night air as she collected the spirit fruits, her mood gradually settled. In short order, she had filled two or three baskets. But she made no hurry to descend. Instead, she settled atop the mountain, gazing at the nightscape. The wind, heavy with the scent of leaves and earth, lifted the weight pressing on her chest.Suddenly, footsteps broke the silence, accompanied by a familiar child's voic

Melanie's POVI didn't turn around. I continued explaining the next deployment, my tone steady, as if that scent didn't exist. Reason governed every movement—this was my meeting, my territory, and I wouldn't let personal matters intrude.Still, I knew the others had already begun speculating. They always did.Some people had once assumed there was a bond between Elmer and me. My influence over his decisions ran deep; he openly sought my judgment in public settings. But the truth was, I had entered into a bond relationship long ago—and even had children.I simply never spoke of my mate unless necessary.So almost no one truly understood.They only knew that my abilities extended far beyond the cold figures listed on my résumé. As our collaboration deepened, even Elmer admitted—half-jokingly, more than once—that my judgment in certain areas surpassed his own.Naturally, curiosity followed.Mo