Chapter 31: 31: The Perfect Swimming Hole

A Ridge Mountain Pack 2: Alpha MaxWords: 9813

^ONE WEEK LATER^

MAX

Alpha Jason’s fate is still up in the air. In the meantime, my dad’s been teaching me his interrogation and torture methods.

He wants me to have an advantage in alpha training. He’s hoping I can finish early, and honestly, so am I.

The idea of being away from my pack and family for four years is intimidating. I’ll come back to find my siblings all grown up, living lives that I’m not a part of.

I worry we’ll grow apart, and I won’t recognize them when I return.

I’ve just come out of the dungeon. We’ve spent the morning questioning Jason again, trying to understand his motives, starting with why he killed his father.

We’re puzzled about why he targeted Melanie, a girl he didn’t even know. It seems he’s always been a self-centered jerk.

He’s been holding a grudge for over twenty years because his father didn’t support him when my dad warned him off my mom. Even though she wasn’t luna yet and didn’t know they were mates, he knew she was meant to be his.

Jason wouldn’t leave her alone, even starting a fight on campus that left Serena injured. Even though the injury was minor, it enraged my father that a man would dare to attack a woman just because his feelings were hurt.

It seems Alpha Jason never outgrew his childish ways.

I’m lost in thought as I head to the pack house, needing a shower. I’m covered in blood and sweat.

I want to wash it all off and enjoy the rest of my day. As I round the corner toward our entrance, I hear Melanie’s laughter.

I look up to see her leaning against the wooden fence, her arms resting on the top rung as she gazes into the woods. Brock is standing next to her, his back to the fence as he faces me.

He’s grinning broadly as he talks quietly to my sister, her laughter filling the air. I stop in my tracks, my fists clenched as I watch them.

I can’t understand what this beta thinks he’s doing. He should be getting ready to go home.

Half of his warriors have already left, leaving just Brock and nine others. They’re staying behind to testify to the council and await the verdict.

I deliberately walk a bit heavier than usual, crunching the gravel underfoot. Brock looks up and waves at me with a smile.

I just glare back. He knows I hate that he’s been spending so much time with Melanie this past week.

I’ve told him outright that my sister isn’t old enough to know who her mate is and that he should leave her alone. She doesn’t need a broken heart when he finds his mate.

He brushes me off, insisting they’re just friends and he enjoys talking to her. I don’t believe him for a second, I know he likes her.

Beck has also noticed the ongoing flirting and has mentioned it to me a couple of times, asking why I haven’t put a stop to it. I know Beck likes my sister too, and while I approve of him, it still bothers me that he doesn’t see the problem with her being only eighteen.

She’ll be nineteen soon, but she’s still two years away from being able to identify her mate. I don’t want her to get hurt or give herself to someone and then regret it later.

Brock says something to Melanie and she turns to look at me from across the yard. I can see her roll her eyes even from this distance.

She pushes off the fence and walks over to me. She gives me a quick once-over, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

“You smell and you’re covered in blood. Maybe you should go shower instead of glaring at us. It’s just a friendly conversation, Max, that’s all,” she says, her hand on her hip as she stares me down.

I shake my head, turn, and head toward the door. As I open the door, I turn back to have the last word.

“Melanie, you know how I feel. I don’t want to see you hurt. I’m just trying to protect you. I won’t be around much longer and I want to make sure you’re okay before I leave.”

I see a flicker of guilt and sadness cross her face, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. I slam the door as I enter the house.

Brock just needs to go home. Once he’s gone, I’m sure she won’t see him again.

Why would she? He lives as far south of us as you can get before you hit Mexico.

That should be a safe distance. With that thought, I head upstairs to clean up.

MELANIE

My irritation with Max is mounting. He’s always interfering in my relationships.

Brock and I are just friends. He was a great help when I was studying for my finals.

We have a lot in common and I enjoy talking to him. Plus, he’s quite handsome.

I know he’ll be leaving in a few days and I just want to spend more time getting to know him. I don’t see what’s wrong with that.

But Max seems to have a problem with it. He acts like he’s my father.

My actual father hasn’t said a word to me about Brock, even though I know he’s seen us together. I do feel a twinge of guilt and sadness when Max reminds me he’s leaving soon.

But I won’t let him use that as an excuse to act like a possessive alpha. I sigh as he slams the door and goes inside.

He’ll get over it. I turn back to Brock, who’s been silently watching me.

When our eyes meet, he gives me a smile that reaches his deep green eyes. I can’t help but smile back.

I head back toward the fence, deciding we should get away from prying eyes. “Do you want to take a walk?” I ask him.

His face lights up and he extends his hand to me. Brock takes my hand in his and replies, “Of course I do.”

With that, I turn and lead him into the woods. I want to show him the waterfall spot.

It’s truly beautiful and I bet they don’t have anything like it in Texas.

BROCK

I wouldn’t dream of turning down Melanie’s invitation for a walk. I take her hand and, to my surprise, she doesn’t pull away.

She leads me into the woods, following a well-trodden path that winds through the forest. As we walk, she tells me about the landscape of the pack lands here.

Occasionally, I spot a border guard or two on their rounds. As we venture deeper into the woods, I see them less often, indicating we’re moving further from the border and deeper into the forest.

We’ve been walking for a good half hour when I ask her if she knows where she’s going. She laughs and playfully swats my arm.

“Of course I do, this is my land and I know every inch of it.” She declares we’re nearly there as we continue our stroll.

The scenery begins to spread out, the trees and bushes becoming sparse. We’re treading along the foot of a hill that ascends into the mountains, but she doesn’t make a move to scale it.

Suddenly, she veers around a bend and a petite meadow nestled in a valley appears. As we venture further, I spot some massive rock formations and then a waterfall as we emerge from behind the stones.

I’m stunned. “Melanie, this is breathtaking. I haven’t seen a waterfall like this since my trip to Ireland.”

Melanie’s face brightens with a smile that reaches her eyes. She pulls my hand, guiding me closer to the transparent pool of water.

“Don’t be shy, big guy.” I can’t help but laugh when she dubs me ‘big guy’.

I find it endearing, especially coming from her. The more time I spend with her, the more I find myself drawn to her.

She’s intelligent, stunning, and has a heart of gold. How could she not, considering she aspires to be a doctor?

She wants to dedicate her life to caring for others, rather than seeking out an alpha to wed. It’s typical for an alpha’s daughter to marry another alpha, so I’m taken aback they haven’t arranged a marriage for her.

It’s a common practice in European packs to enhance power and status. When I inquired about it, she laughed and shared the story of her parents and how they were destined mates.

She said her parents would never force her into marriage and she was hoping to find her destined mate too. Melanie pulls me toward the water, her shoes and socks already tossed aside.

She’s clad in shorts, so she lets go of my hand and ventures a bit into the water. The pool is crystal clear, the stones at the bottom visible.

“The summer sun has done its job, it’s not even cold,” she says, grinning at me. I decide to follow her lead, removing my shoes and stepping into the water.

She’s right, the water isn’t cold. It’s definitely warmer than the river we used to swim in back in Texas.

“It’s nice.”

“Nice? Is that all you can say?” she teases, rolling her eyes at me.

“It’s more than nice. It seems like a perfect spot for swimming,” I reply, contemplating the idea of stripping off my t-shirt and shorts for a swim.

I’m wearing boxers underneath, not much different from swim shorts. She nods, her smile never fading.

“It absolutely is. I swim here quite often. It’s also the place where the alpha and luna retreat to clear their minds and enjoy some solitude.

They usually let us know, so we don’t disturb them,” she says, giggling. “I can imagine,” I chuckle.

“Wouldn’t want to interrupt anything between your parents,” I wink at her. She scrunches up her nose and laughs.

Her expressions are adorable, and I find myself captivated by the range of emotions she can display. “You know, I think I’m going to make the most of this swimming spot,” I declare.

I retreat from the water and before she can react, I shed my shirt and shorts and plunge into the refreshing water. I surface a few feet behind her.

She has turned to look at me, surprise etched on her face. “Care to join me?” I ask her.

I start swimming toward the waterfall, not waiting for her response. As I reach the edge of the waterfall, I turn to see her shedding her shorts and shirt, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

She looks up as she enters the water, her arms crossed over her chest and a blush of shyness coloring her cheeks. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.