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

Chapter Four: A Mate's Allure: Brock's Struggle Against the Call of Melania

Brock’s Point of View--

I could tell she had a wolf, but it seemed weak. It was like she didn't feel the mate bond. I was sitting with the guys at breakfast, listening to the conversation at the table. I couldn't help but laugh when I overheard her mother lecturing Melania on pranks. I looked over at her with a smirk, so she knew I had heard everything.

My Beta snapped his fingers in my face, finally getting my attention. He said, "Alpha, did you know we spent time with her sister and friends last night? They said she never had a boyfriend and that she was in trouble after pulling a lot of pranks. Except for all the pranks she pulls, you two seem so perfect for each other." I glared at Justin and didn't reply to that comment.

I kept listening and heard her mother threaten to cancel her finances. Melania looked shocked and made promises not to pull any more pranks, but I knew she was crossing her fingers behind her back. Melania's mother got mad, and the whole situation made me feel sorry for her. But she deserved that lecture. How did I end up with a mate who still acts like a middle schooler?

After some more drama, Melania left the restaurant, and I noticed Andrea stopped her and said something that got Melania incredibly angry. I confronted Andrea, and she admitted she was jealous and warned Melania to stay away from me. I made it clear that we were just childhood friends and sent flowers to Melania's room to brighten up her day.

But things took a turn when a she-wolf at the customer service booth flirted with me. I had to put her in her place and remind her that I was her Alpha. Then, I noticed that Melania's friends didn't spend time with her or comfort her, and I wondered if all the pranks and joking were just a defense mechanism for her. I felt like I was starting to understand her a little better.

I chatted with my wolf, trying to sense if he had connected with Melania's wolf. "Have you been able to connect with Melania's wolf at all?" I asked. My wolf nodded and replied, "I can feel her wolf, but she hasn't communicated with me yet. Will try again the next time we see her." It struck me as odd that her wolf hadn't tried to communicate. When my wolf sensed her wolf, he knew she was our mate, and he was practically screaming it in my head. "What's the story with our mate, I wonder?" I mused to my wolf.

Later, as I gazed out at the view from the balcony, I found myself lost in thought about Melania. She was beautiful, tall, athletic, and feisty, and she didn't fawn over me like other girls did. It hurt my ego, but I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards her. As I mulled over my thoughts, I decided to join her by the pool, hoping to engage in a conversation.

I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and walked outside to the pool area, where Melania was sitting and reading. I couldn't help but be enchanted by her beauty. When a server approached us, I decided to order us some mimosas, which seemed to catch Melania off guard. Melania lashed out at me, questioning my actions, but I simply smirked and revealed that I was the owner of the hotel. Her reaction was priceless, and I found myself enjoying the challenge of getting under her skin. As the conversation continued, I offered her the drink, and with a blush, she thanked me.

Her beauty was captivating, and I found myself lost in thoughts about her, until she suddenly startled me with a question. "Brock? Do you like me or something?" she asked, catching me off guard. She went on to express that while she found me attractive, she didn't do relationships and didn't want to lead me on. I was taken aback, but I assured her that I understood. Her honesty and independence only made her more alluring, despite my inner protests about the mate bond.

I looked at her in shock and my mouth was hanging open. This is the speech I have given many times to women, "It's not you, It's me. We can be nothing more. This is my speech, yet here that speech was being given to me by my 18-year-old mate. I smiled nonchalantly and shrugged my shoulders.

"Just trying to help someone who looked like she was having a dreadful day. You are beautiful, but you know that. I do like your tenaciousness and fun-loving spirit. So, I find you attractive, but like you, I am not looking for a committed relationship either," I explained softly, my heart aching as I saw what I thought was pain in her eyes.

But then, I heard her sigh as if in relief, and it made me feel needy, wanting her to want me now. Stupid mate bond. I decided to walk over to Melania and took her hand, feeling the electricity pulsing between us as the mate bond sends sparks up my arms. I helped Melania stand as I took her in my arms and danced.

I locked eyes with her, and I could tell she felt that magnetic pull between us. It was like she was trying to deny it, but I could see right through her. I leaned in for a kiss, and she grabbed my hair and kissed me back. We were so wrapped up in the moment that we didn't notice Melania's mother tapping her foot impatiently nearby. Finally, she tapped us on the shoulders, and we gently pulled apart. "What's going on here?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

We both looked embarrassed as I took a deep breath and shook Melania's mother's hand. "Hi, I'm Brock Monroe. Your daughter has been pulling pranks on me, but I really like her, and I'd like to date her, if that's alright with you." Her mother smiled, clearly taken with my charm.

"Mr. Monroe, we're leaving tomorrow afternoon. I doubt you want to travel 8-10 hours for a date," Ms. Jacobs replied. I smiled and said, "Actually, that's not a problem. I have my own private jet." Melania dropped her glass in shock, and I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction to my wealth. But then I saw her heat up, and I couldn't help but wonder, did I anger Melania? What did I do wrong this time?