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

CHAPTER NINE: UNEXPECTED REVELATIONS: MELANIA LEARNS THE TRUTH

Melania:

The next day arrived too quickly, and I was haunted by the echo of my feverish dreams where I found solace in Brock's embrace. Just as our spirits were about to intertwine, I awoke. The persistent ache of emotions intertwined with the jesting of my sisters, teasing me amidst my intoxicated slumber. "Oh, Brock, lower, just like that," their voices taunted. A chuckle escaped me as I retaliated by dousing them with water, a feeble attempt to mask the turmoil within me as I made my way to the showers.

Emerging from the veil of cascading water, I donned sweatpants and a t-shirt before throwing my suitcase into the living room for my brothers. With a hasty slip into my socks-less tennis shoes, a yearning tugged at me to seek solace in Wolfie's company before bidding adieu.

Yet, the mere thought of Brock enveloped me in a cacophony of uncertainty, a fear that the maelstrom of emotions might culminate in an impassioned farewell. Stepping into the woods, I called out for Wolfie with a trembling voice.

"Wolfie, where are you, boy?" I implored; my heart rife with anticipation that morphed into impatience. Just as I contemplated leaving, an echoing howl resonated through the woods. Rushing towards the sound, I found Wolfie, and without hesitation, I enveloped him in a warm hug, burying my face in his fur.

I was unsettled to discover the lingering scent of Brock on Wolfie. "Why do you smell like Brock, Wolfie? First in my dreams, now on your fur. Do you understand what this signifies?" Wolfie's gaze remained unwavering. "It means I'm slowly succumbing to his grasp, and I desperately need to escape this heartache." As Wolfie let out a soft snort, my parents' distant calls pulled me back to reality. With a heavy heart, I bid Wolfie a tearful farewell, leaving behind untold emotions as I trudged away.

The moon hangs full and luminous in the night sky, casting a soft silver glow over the landscape. Cherry blossom leaves flutter gently to the ground, creating a delicate and ethereal dance around the area. In the distance, a tranquil lake shimmers under the moonlight, its surface reflecting the celestial beauty above. Emerging from the water is an enchanting woman with jet black hair, her graceful movements resembling a dreamy mirage. As she glides towards me, I am captivated by her presence, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over me. And beside her stands a magnificent golden wolf, exuding an aura of regal majesty in the mystical setting.

Melania's gaze bore into mine, a flicker of recognition dancing behind her eyes. "Yes, my dear Melania," I murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, "our paths have crossed before. You were but a mere child of five. Tragically, your wolf, Anastasia, has constrained your memories in chains and cast the key into the void."

Casting a stern glance at Anastasia, I sought a glimmer of remorse in her averted gaze, but she shunned my silent admonishment, retreating into shadow.

Refocusing on the girl before me, I grasped her hands, the urgency in my voice soft but firm. "Melania, it is imperative that you unearth the skeletons of your past to arm yourself for the battles that lie ahead. Upon awakening, you might shroud your memories in disbelief, label them mere figments of your sleep, or worse, brand yourself deranged. This pretense must end! Embrace your true spirit, for you are of the werewolf lineage, my child."

With a heavy heart, I promised, "Upon your return to consciousness, Anastasia will perform her nightly custom, bestowing upon you fragmented repeats of days long gone. Let these traces guide you, for shadow wolves prowl in the darkness, seeking your death. The retribution of your parents' untimely departure rests on your shoulders."

Lifting her chin to meet my gaze, I affirmed with celestial tenderness, "As the Moon Goddess, protector of the werewolf kin, you are not exempt from my love. Rise, my child, and let Anastasia's paws thunder against the earth once more, when she has regained her strength."

Melania’s Perspective-

The lady in my dream was right. I think I'm going crazy. I just stared at her in disbelief and then at the Golden Wolf and started laughing. What else could I do in my crazy state?

The Moon Goddess shook her head. "Melania, for your own safety, you need to listen to me and your wolf." Then, I woke up because one of my sisters was shaking me awake. As I tried to come to, Mel asked me, "Who is the Moon Goddess?" I looked at her groggily, "I don't know," I told her.

As I heard my mother stop our van, I looked up and saw that we were home. Wow, I must have slept for a long time. Grabbing my bags, I headed up to my shared bedroom with my two other sisters.

Once again, I heard the voice in my head. "Hi, Melania, do you remember what the Moon Goddess said to us? Remember, my name is Anastasia, and I have been with you since you were little." I shook my head, hoping the voice would go away. "Stop it!" I yelled at the voice in my head.

Anastasia–

"I'm sorry, I can't stop any longer. Every night in your dreams, I'll share a memory with you. Tonight, I'll start with your earliest memory. I treated you like a pup, shielding you from pain, but I realized now that I did you a disservice. I love you, and I'll see you in your dreams."

Melania –

What's happening to me? Am I schizophrenic? When I went into the bathroom in the hallway to shower, it was a rare moment of solitude away from my countless siblings. Finding an empty bathroom felt like winning the lottery. Carrying my clothes with me, I turned on the shower, desperately needing the relaxation to ease my spiraling mental breakdown. As the water cascaded over my bare skin, it felt like a soothing massage, and for the first time in a while, I found myself in a state of bliss. After stepping out of the shower and drying off, I changed into my pajamas and made my way to my room, feeling the weight of the night ahead. There's no way I could sleep, I thought to myself.

Anastasia's voice trembled as she said, "If you think sleeping will shield you from pain, then you're wrong. It's time to face those memories, no matter how much they hurt."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I replied, "I refuse to remember! I don't want to; I can't handle it. I've been fine without those memories. Please, don't bring them back to me." Arguing with myself, I questioned what was wrong with me. The fear of my memories loomed over me; I'd kept them hidden for so long, they must be terrible.

"My dear pup, taking all your pain and memories is destroying me," Anastasia's voice was filled with sorrow. "If I die, you will be left without the ability to cope, and you'll go truly mad. You're a werewolf, not human. It's time to remember and learn to confront pain instead of fleeing from it. By carrying your pain for you, I've only taught you to evade it. Melania, it's time for you to learn to face your pain and overcome challenges."

"Anastasia, I can't shake the feeling that I might be going crazy," I whispered, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. "How do I know for sure that I'm not losing my mind?"

"Look out of the window towards the trees," Anastasia directed me gently. "You'll see a couple of pairs of glowing eyes, shining yellow like flames in the darkness. Those are werewolves, hungrily watching your every move, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. They're bad news, Melania, and they're coming for you because of who you are. Do you see them?"

Glancing over at the trees across the way, I saw a pair of wolves staring back at me with their piercing yellow eyes, their intent clear. They were not friendly like Wolfie. "Anastasia, who are they?"

Anastasia –

"They won't harm you for now, but they're unsure if you're the one they're after. Eventually, they'll see you as an Alpha and that's what you are."

Melania –

"I've heard people refer to Brock as the Alpha. Is that just a nickname?"

Anastasia–

I let out a dramatic sigh before speaking, "Melania, there's a lot you don't know. Brock is a Werewolf, not just any Werewolf, but an Alpha. And surprise, he's, our soulmate. Your father was an Alpha, so you've got that Alpha blood flowing through your veins. It's what makes you so dominant and, let's face it, sometimes hard to deal with."

Melania –

"If I believe you, does that mean Brock turns into a wolf too?"

Anastasia–

"You're not going to like this, but yes, he does. You've met his wolf, and you've kissed him. And I didn't mind at all. His wolf is my mate, just as Brock is yours."

Melania–

I was seething with shock and anger, feeling it simmer in every fiber of my being. "He's Wolfie? No wonder he knew how to manipulate me into going out with him, by pretending to share my interests and secrets," I thought bitterly. I was infuriated by the deception and paused to question my own beliefs. "Do I really believe all of this?" I muttered to myself. "Anastasia, I need to sleep on this and please, try not to invade my dreams too much."

Anastasia –

"Good night little one,"

Melania–

I was pulled into a trance, a hazy world of forgotten memories. In my mind's eye, I saw myself as a carefree toddler, laughter echoing in the air as my parents gleefully chased after me. Our joy was intense, but something about it felt off.

My mother, with her uncanny, mirrored features, had eyes the color of violets, a striking contrast to my own emerald gaze. And the man who must have been my father, his eyes bore into me with the same vivid green hue.

The scene shifted, and suddenly I was in the backyard. Frantically searching for my father, I stumbled upon a heated confrontation between a man who was the my dad referred to as his brother, yet the man did not look like my dad.

They were locked in a ferocious argument, their voices blending into an incomprehensible frenzy. Then, in a blur of fury, my father lashed out, striking the other man as I watched in horrified disbelief. The intruder fled, leaving my dad standing there, his expression softening as his eyes met mine. But the violent encounter had left its mark, casting a shadow over the idyllic memory.

Anastasia–

"Enough for tonight, little one. As you begin to drift back to wakefulness, know that you've glimpsed a memory of your parents and your uncle. Let the echoes of their love guide you as you return to the waking world."

Melania–

I felt the sun from outside light up the room and blind my eyes. I just groaned and forced myself out of bed. I ran to jump in the shower first, grabbing my clothes for today. Once showered and having brushed my teeth, I ran downstairs to the smell of bacon. Seeing my mother cooking for all of us and walked up and hugged and kissed her. While sneakily trying to steal a piece of bacon, she slapped my hand. "Ow," I laughed. "Mama, why you gotta be so stingy with the bacon? It's just one piece." I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip for dramatic effect, but she just shook her head and laughed.

I sat at the table, bouncing in my seat like a little kid, waiting excitedly for breakfast. My mom was always a great cook, and I couldn't wait to taste her famous bacon. The savory smell filled the air, making my stomach growl impatiently. Finally, unable to contain my excitement any longer, I got up and went to sit on the porch swing while my mother was finishing breakfast.

As I walked out onto the porch, leaving the main door open and closing the screen door, I saw two young men I had not seen before. "Anastasia, are those men wolves?"

Anastasia–

"Of course, my dear, they are not bad wolves at all. Your mate sent them to watch over and protect you."

Melania–

"I am not a Damsel in distress, I certainly can take care of myself," I stated firmly, getting up and striding over to the men. With a burst of anger, I snatched the ball from their hands and hurled it as hard as I could into the trees. I was seething.

The men looked uncertain and a little fearful as I smirked and said, "Get Brock on the phone, you have cell phones, right?" They nodded, realizing that their deception had been uncovered. One of the men pulled out a cell phone and dialed Brock's number. Without giving the young man, a chance to speak, I snatched the phone from him.

"Listen, Wolfie," I said into the phone. There was a sudden silence on the line. Brock's voice came through, asking, "So you know?" Realization hit me; Anastacia was right, he was Wolfie. That meant everything else she had said was true. I wasn't human; I was a werewolf.

Annoyed, I heard Anastacia laughing in my head. Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly snapped back to reality when Brock called my name. "Melania, are you there?" I remembered why I had the phone in my hand.

"Brock, take your boys back home before I beat the crap out of them. I want you to know that I am not a damsel in distress. I can take care of myself. And I have no words for how angry I am about you being Wolfie," I said, frustration lining my voice. Brock chuckled, sparking even more anger in me.

"Melania, did your wolf also tell you that we are mates?"

"Alpha! That's what you are, Brock, not a nickname. Yes, my wolf told me. But that doesn't change my mind. I don't need or want a mate! Now I'm sending these guys packing. Bye Brock!" With that, I handed the phone back to the young man and glared at the men, shouting, "Leave!" When they departed, I stormed back to my porch and sat on the swing, watching them to ensure they headed out.