Mates: Melanie's Warrior

Chapter 17

I turn to walk toward the rings so I can get today’s competitions going. I know I have to lose today, and that sucks, but I need to make sure no one can find out who I really am. I can only imagine the response I’d get if they found out that I’m an Alpha participating in these tournaments. I’ve dampened my aura and my power, but it’s been tough to keep it quiet.

I look at the list and see that I’m in ring 3. I turn to go that way when a mindlink comes in.

Did you see the link, sir?

Yeah, I’m in ring 3.

Not that part, but did you see who you’re fighting?

Spit it out, Hugo. I don’t have time for a guessing game.

You have two competitions today, and the second one is a problem. You are supposed to go against that Brady guy that’s been around your mate. I perk up at that news. Now I can hand his ass to him, and it won’t be taken as an attack. That’s also the match you are supposed to throw, so you aren’t found out. F**K! I can’t do that. If I throw the match against that asshat, he’ll think he’s stronger than me and go after my mate even harder.

I guess I will have to throw this match instead. I won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he’s better than me. That’s fine, though, because it will give me more time to get ready for my date with my mate. I cut the mindlink before he has a chance to ask any more questions. This may actually work out better for me. I head to ring 3, whistling as I go.

~Brady~

My first match was easy enough. It’s the second one that I’m really looking forward to. That i***t who keeps interfering with me and my siren is my opponent, and I’m ready to make an example out of him.

I’m waiting in ring 5 for him to arrive, but another man is there instead. This isn’t right; I checked the schedule a few times. I watched him fight yesterday, and there’s no way he wouldn’t have made it to me. I look over at my people and throw my hands up. He lost his last match. This is the guy who beat him.

I look over to the man across from me and scoff. He looks weak as s**t, so I don’t get how he lost to him. I was looking forward to rearranging his face, but maybe this is better. He just showed how weak he was; there’s no way my siren would want him after that. He just made it much easier for me to be the only one she’s interested in.

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I won all of my competitions today and am feeling pretty good. I will definitely be in the semi-finals tomorrow, and I can’t wait. This makes me look like an even better catch than before, and that shouldn’t be possible.

I hop out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I’m in the perfect position to get my girl and am more than ready for her. She’s been playing hard to get all of this time, but now it’s time to submit to her feelings and submit to me. I know once I break her, we will be extremely happy. I’ll let her keep that feisty attitude for the bedroom. My c**k starts to twitch just thinking about her in the bedroom, and I have to change my thoughts.

I put a bit more gel in my blonde hair, making sure it’s out of my face. I decided to keep the facial hair; I’ve gotten a lot of looks with it so far. I walk into the bedroom and open my garment bag. That party is tonight, and I’m going to let her be my date.

I pull out my dark gray slacks and put them on over my boxer briefs. I place my arms through my white button-up and decide to leave the top three buttons undone. I think she deserves a little peek, and she can see it all after this party. I slip on my retro, cool gray Jordan 11s along with my gray blazer. With one last look in the mirror, I’m ready to claim my girl.

I open my room door to my guys whistling at me. I let a slight growl out and throw a c**ky grin on my face. “Soak it in, men. By the night’s end, she will be at my side.” I walk out of the room to a round of applause and get on the elevator. I found out that she’s on the fourth floor, so I wait for the elevator to take me up. As I walk down the hall, I whistle a little tune. Nothing can kill my mood right now.

I stand in front of rm 415 and fix my clothes, making sure everything is hanging right. I adjust my package so it can be visible. I like to wear slightly smaller pants so it can stand out. I knock on the door and hear shuffling. “I said 6 pm, not 5:50!” The door flies open, and a half-dressed Melanie is standing before me.

I smile and lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest. She has on a pair of workout shorts with a black lace bra. Her hair is half curled, and there’s a bit of makeup on her face. I look her up and down, admiring every inch of her. “You know, we can blow off this entire party. I like how you look right now. We should explore it.” Melanie crosses her arms and angles her hip.

“What the f**k are you doing here? I don’t have time for this s**t. I need to get ready.” I lick my lips and smile bigger.

“You look ready enough to me. I’m easy to please, to be honest. You don’t have to do too much.” Melanie huffs, and her arms drop to her sides.

“Leave.” She turns to go, and I grab her arm. Melanie turns back and rips her arm from my grasp. I like her feistiness, but she is going to piss me off soon.

“I came here to escort you to the party. Hurry and finish so we can go.” Melanie throws her head back and laughs. Now she’s really pissing me off. No one laughs at me. I can feel my anger grow, and my fists clench at my sides.

“You’re wasting your time. I’m busy right now, and you are eating up my time to get ready. As I said before, leave.” Melanie turns again, and this time, my wolf is pissed. He’s been pretty quiet this entire time since I met her, but I think he’s coming around to the idea of her as our mate. He doesn’t take well to disrespect, though, so he starts to get pissed.

She’s disrespectful. Brock growls in my mind, and he isn’t wrong.

Don’t worry; we’ll teach her how this will go.

She needs to learn. He’s right. I let Brock growl through me, and the walls shake a bit. Melanie looks at me like I’m crazy, and she lets her own growl out. Her aura drops, and its weight drives me to my knees. I’m struggling to keep on my feet. Brock is whimpering in my mind, and I just want to submit.

“What’s going on here?”