Chasing Melania - No Mr. Alpha I do not want a Mate

CHAPTER EIGHT: BROCK'S INTERROGATION AND KEITH'S CAPTURE

Melania -

When the matches were over, Brock took me by my waist and turned me around. He was just staring into my eyes. "You know you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen". It must have been the moon, his eyes must have had some sort of way to put a spell on me, but I leaned into kiss Brock, and he hungrily took my lips, his tongue was dancing with mine going in and out of my mouth. He brought me in even closer if that were possible.

I could feel he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He was rubbing up against me, I could feel his member through his jeans. Without thought, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. We continued kissing until we heard Brock's friend cough and told us to get a room. Never so humiliated, what was I doing? This guy has me going crazy. I jumped down and pulled away from Brock. Can see Brock go blank for a minute? "Hey beta, thanks for killing the moment." His Beta laughed and walked off with one of my sisters, shaking his head. He then looks at me and says, "Goodnight, Luna. " I look up at Brock, "Luna?" He shrugs, "Guess he is giving you a nickname."

Brock -

It was the most intense make-out session I've ever experienced. At the stadium, I was overcome with the desire to have her right then and there, but at that moment, we both seemed to have lost ourselves to the passion. Scratching my neck nervously, I couldn't help but worry if my display of affection was too much. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let things escalate like that. There's just something about you that drives me wild." Melania initially appeared taken aback, but after my apology, she returned to her lively self.

As her fingers traced a path up my chest, she tried to play the seductress. I saw through her game, yet played along, anticipating her next move. She seemed poised for a kiss, so I leaned in close; our lips almost touched before she retreated with a giggle. Amused, I mused if this was typical of her. Without hesitation, I chased after her, scooped her up by the waist, and playfully lifted her onto my shoulders, carrying her to the truck. Laughter filled the air as I gave her a playful s******g on her behind to curb her squirming. Despite the obvious sting, she kept up her charade of indifference.

Melania –

It was a magical evening; I don't think I've ever felt so alive. As I sat in the truck, I could sense someone's intense gaze on me. Glancing over, I caught Andrea giving me a piercing stare. I smiled and waved at her, but she turned away, disappearing into the night. A pang of jealousy shot through me, but I pushed it down. Tomorrow, I will be leaving, and my time with Brock will be just a memory.

Walking back to the hotel with Brock, the anticipation was palpable. He escorted me to my room, and as we reached my door, I could hear my sisters whispering inside. I knew they were spying through the peephole, eager to catch a glimpse of us. It had been an unforgettable night; I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me. Moving closer to Brock to give him a goodbye kiss, I was met with a passionate response that left me breathless. Why did he have this power over me, making me lose control?

When I tried to pull away, Brock tried to deepen the kiss, but I hesitated, pressing my fingers against his lips. Closing the door behind me, I heard my sisters' voices rise in excited chatter as I murmured, "Goodnight, Brock." Leaning against the door, I couldn't shake the weight of their words.

My oldest sister's incredulous voice reverberated in my mind, "You had the perfect guy – he's charming, he's wealthy, he's into you. Why let him slip away?" Sitting on the couch, I pondered their words, feeling the turmoil in my heart. "You're right, he's amazing in every way, and I adore him. But I have to stay true to myself, to my dreams, without being defined by a man." Tears welled up unexpectedly, a raw vulnerability exposing itself. I never cry over guys, but with Brock, it felt like I was on the verge of something I couldn't control.

I will not let him get under my skin or anyone ruin the path I have paved. One of my sisters was wiping away her tears. I approached her, my heart heavy with sadness. "Uh, Melania, why are you crying?" I asked gently, trying to understand her pain. My sister sniffled, "I have never seen you talk seriously before. That means you like him a lot. It breaks my heart to see you not include him in your life plans. You only find a soulmate once in your life."

Feeling a surge of love for my sister, I sat down next to Mel, wiped her tears, and enveloped her in a warm hug. "Yes, I do like him a lot," I confessed, my voice filled with melancholy. "But he is already rich. I fear that the wealth associated with the hotel he owns wouldn't feel like ours. I want to establish my identity before delving into a relationship. Perhaps fate will bring us together again, but for now, my plans remain unchanged."

Mel stopped crying and embraced me tightly, whispering, "I love you, Melanie." The other girls joined in the hug, their warmth and love embracing me. As the tears welled up in my eyes, I realized how blessed I was to have such a caring family. Chuckling softly through my tears, I acknowledged to myself that, deep down, I did have feelings for him.

Brock -

I was left speechless when Melania abruptly turned away and walked through the door, leaving me standing there dumbfounded. As a Wolf with heightened hearing, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation and learned that she did indeed have feelings for me. It was a crushing realization (Who would've thought my heart could break?) to hear her admit that, despite her strong feelings, she was still choosing to walk away from what could have been between us. If my wealth was the issue, I would gladly give it all up to her.

The sound of the elevator chime broke my reverie, and I turned to see a man approaching their door with a massive bouquet in hand. Curiosity prompted me to introduce myself, "Hi, I'm Brock Monroe, the hotel owner. And you are?" The man, Keith Bradlow, responded with a smile, "I'm Keith Bradlow. There's a beautiful girl in there who has captured my heart, so I'm bringing her these." I hoped it wasn't Melania.

Laughing, I inquired, "And who might this beautiful girl be?" Keith revealed, "Her name is Melania. She has golden-brown hair, long legs, and a fiery spirit." Despite his description, I couldn't help but chuckle; jealousy didn't faze me in the slightest. Memories of leaving flowers for Melania flooded my mind.

I had a feeling she would have a field day with this guy. In fact, I decided to stick around and witness the spectacle unfold; it promised to be quite entertaining. I knew these girls well, so I offered to knock on the door on Keith's behalf. Stepping back and hiding against the wall, I eagerly anticipated the forthcoming amusement. The door swung open, revealing Keith with his flowers, asking for Melania, and the girls burst into laughter, fully aware of what was about to unfold.

"Hold on," one of the girls states as she fetches Melania.

Melania comes to the door, and I can see her from where I am standing, even though she cannot see me. I clutch my gut as I witnessed her throwing the flowers at the poor guy.

"I've already told you; I don't want to know you. Why do guys always think flowers will make a girl like them? You're such a typical chauvinistic male!"

Melania slams the door in his face and locks it. Doubled over in laughter, I caught Keith's eye, and he realized I had foreseen her reaction.

Keith smiles, "How did you know she'd do that?"

"Because I gave her flowers too, and she threw them at me as well," I chuckled. "She's definitely feisty." Keith shakes his head as we headed towards the elevator.

"So, you're my competition, huh?" Keith teases.

I shake my head. "Melania's not interested in having a boyfriend. That's not her thing. No competition here. Just so you know, she's been getting to know me. We even went on a date tonight. She mentioned that it was our last meeting. No more dates, and she'll be leaving soon," I say nonchalantly. "I'm in love with her, and I believe she feels the same way too; she just doesn't realize it yet. So, I'm sure this separation between us will be temporary."

I stepped out of the elevator onto the first floor, pausing to acknowledge Keith with a curt nod. "Nice to meet you, Keith," I stated, trying to keep my voice steady. As I make my way towards the bar, I overhear Keith engaged in a hushed conversation on the phone. "Boss, listen to me," he murmurs urgently. "She's not someone we can manipulate easily... No, she's onto us. I'm thinking of tailing her when she starts college." There was a tense silence as Keith waited for instructions from the other end. "I'll do it. I'll enroll in the same university she goes to."

I strode back to Keith and grabbed his arm, pulling him quickly into an empty room. "Do you have any idea who I am, Keith?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing.

He feigns ignorance, shrugging helplessly. "Do you have any clue who *I* am?" I press, my tone harsher this time.

Keith trembles, fear flickering in his eyes.

Enraged, I grabbed him by the collar, my voice dominating the room. "Why did you try to manipulate Melania? I heard your conversation, Keith."

His eyes widened in terror, his voice barely a whisper. "I can't... I can't tell you the name of my boss. They'll destroy me." Keith's back collides with the wall as I push him against it, a snarl of frustration escaping my lips.

"You don't think I'm not going to kill you?" Monroe replies. “You'll be torn apart, and buzzards will eat your guts! What makes a puny human collaborate with werewolves?"

Keith stammered, his voice quivering, "They... they thought... Melania could be... approached more easily by a human. As a child... werewolves... they adopted me... that's how... how I know about... about werewolves."

Mind-linking my Beta and Gamma, my voice urgent, I commanded, "Come downstairs to the empty conference room. There's someone I need you to interrogate in the dungeons." Without hesitation, they reply, "Be right there, Alpha!"

As my Beta and Gamma enter, I gesture toward Keith and declare, "Here, meet Keith." My tone hardens as I recount overhearing the call about his boss's plan to seduce Melania. "Find out why. And who. Take his cellphone," I instructed. "And assign guards to follow Melania discreetly. She's dangerous."

With a swift motion, my Beta and Gamma handcuff Keith and lead him away. He will await questioning in my dungeons. Finally, alone, I made my way to the bar and demanded the strongest drink available. Any attempt to inebriate a werewolf is futile, but tonight I need something, anything, to numb the turmoil within me.