The Alpha's Luna

The Grand Masquerade Ball

    We pull into the circle driveway of the Union Station as we gaze upon its historic beauty. The yard features a beautiful water fountain in the middle of a small pond, displaying a fantastic light show as the water flows up and down in rhythm. The building was adorned with intricate towers of varying heights, three sizeable arched windows framed in stone rows of dormers projecting from the steeply pitched mansard roof. It has a clock tower above the main entrance. 

    The limo stops, and Brad opens our door, extending his hand. We gracefully ease our way from the limo with his assistance. Sophie and I make our way to the massive doors that lead into the station. As we approach the doors, they open. 

    "What name is your reservation under?" A tall, slender older gentleman wearing a black tuxedo and sporting a Phantom of the Opera white mask asks. 

    He smiled and said, "right this way, ladies. The ball is the Grand Hall down the stairs, he said as he pointed us in the staircase's direction. 

    The Grand Hall has old world charm with its three enormous gold chandeliers with dangling crystals, grand hall clock, and marble pillars and floors. The windows are embellished with floor-length tapestries. The room was decorated with white drapes hanging from the ceiling with sparkling gold lights peaking through the material. Which created the illusions of the midnight sky of twinkling stars. 

    The tables were placed on the room's outer edges to allow for a generous dance floor. The tables were covered with white linens and gold napkins. The centerpieces consisted of Eiffel tower glass vases topped with white feathers and white and gold masquerade masks. The vase was filled with white and gold glitter pieces, which twinkled under the low light setting. On the tables featured name cards and the business each employee worked for. 

    The mood was very seductive, and the live band was playing. As we stand at the top of the stairs, we see people mingling, ordering drinks at the bar, and dancing on the dance floor. As Sophie and I made our way down the stairs, a sandalwood and vetiver scent sweep past my nose, creating an unusual reaction in my body. Heat starts to rise in my stomach, not knowing what this unfamiliar change and feeling in my body is. I decided to ignore it. We check our purses and make our way to our table. The music fades, and a beautiful young lady graces the stage. 

    "Thank you all for coming to the Grand Masquerade Charity Ball. I'm Susan, and I am the President/CEO of Children First, a Non-Profit Organization dedicated to enriching our youth's lives. When you donate, your dollar has an everlasting impact, from Safe spaces to academic achievement, well-being, and more. 

    When you give, you're giving to those in need the opportunity to thrive. As you know, children's lives are changed every day because of the impact that you make. Your support helps give children and teens of all ages and backgrounds the chance to reach their full potential. 

    Your contribution today will forever change a child's life, and we cannot provide these life-changing moments without you. Each company was asked to be a part of our live auction. If you are here, you have agreed to be auctioned to be a date for this evening. Do not forget to check out our fabulous silent auction tables. 

    Dinner will be served momentarily. As you dine, please direct your attention to our presentation. Again, we sincerely thank you for your support or our organization."

    I could not believe that sneaky bastard forgot to tell me I would be auctioned off tonight. Know wonder Matt did not want to come. I looked at Soph, and she had an amused look on her face. 

    "Soph, don't you say anything!" 

    "What?" Me never, she replied with a slight chuckle. "Did you know about this," she asked. 

    "No, I replied."

    "Well, look on the bright side, maybe you will get laid," she grinned. 

    I sighed and rolled my eyes as dinner was being plated; it smelled delicious. They served us a Cesar Salad, Carbernet Filet Mignon, and Asparagus Parmigiano paired with Carbernet Sauvignon wine. As we sat and enjoyed our meal, Susan approached our table. 

    "Hi Leilani, it is a pleasure to meet you, and we are so pleased that you are participating in our auction this evening. Please make your way to the stage as the live auction will begin momentarily at ten o'clock."

    "I am honored to be a part of this year's charity event; thank you for having me, I replied. 

    As I finished my meal and made small talk at the table, Susan once again graced the stage as the auction was getting ready to begin. I stood up and walk towards the stage, as the scent of sandalwood and vetiver hits my nose again. All of a sudden, my body begins to react to the smell, driving my senses wild. 

    My body heat rises, and a knotting sensation begins to grow, and desire overcomes me. I mean like hot sinful lust, the kind you just want to rip the clothes off of someone and spend a night in hot pleasurable s*x. 

As I pass by the tables near the stage, I thought I heard a low rumble "mine," but I am not sure if it did not come from my mind.

    What the hell is going on with me? Girl, get a grip of yourself; you need to call down before you get on stage, I said to myself. I stopped by the bar.

    "Miss, are you ok?" the bartender asked. 

"I am not sure, may I have a glass of water, please, as I have a flushed look upon my face."

    "Sure thing miss, anything else I can get for you?"

    "No, thank you, I replied."

    I practically guzzled the water down, handed back the glass cup, and walked onto the stage. 

    "Next up for auction is Leilani. She is the Vice-President of Brand Management for Makido Industries. In her spare time, she likes to teach dancing to kids, go horseback riding, and volunteer at local animal rescue centers. Gentleman, it's not every day you find a lady who has it all a career and a kind and giving heart," Susan said. 

    "We will start the bidding at five thousand dollars!"

    "Do we have five thousand?" 

    "Five thousand to the gentleman in the front." 

    As I make my way around the stage modeling myself. The number of my auction keeps rising. We are currently at fifteen thousand; what are these people thinking? I understand this is for charity and all, but it's just for the rest of the evening, right? As I make my way back to Susan, all those sensations come back. 

    "Fifteen thousand do I ..."

    "Twenty-five thousand dollars, a deep sultry voice said."

    Susan, with wild eyes, replies, do I have twenty-six thousand dollars?

    "Twenty-six going once.... going.... twice.... sold! To the gentleman wearing the wolf mask."

    Susan turned to me and said, "Tonight is just full of surprises! Please make your way to the right of the stage. You will stop at the live auction table to meet your date for the evening. Thank you again for participating."

    She pointed to a table that was decorated with a black linen table cloth and gift bags. I took a deep breath, mustered up some courage, and made my way. Standing at the end of the table stood a man wearing the wolf mask, he was holding a gift bag and a single long-stem red rose.

    He stood about six feet four and had the most pretty blue greyish eyes I have ever seen. His hair was dark brown, almost most black, and slicked back. He has a short box beard that emphasizes his strong jawline line with a mustache and goatee. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a matching vest and red silk dress shirt. His wolf mask was very detailed; it had ears and nose. The fur was sculpted, giving a real-like appearance. It looked to be made of a sliver type like metal as it gleamed in the low light. 

    He looks like a model standing there, staring into my eyes. His glare so intense made me look away for a moment. He adorned a small smile on his face. As I approach him, that divine scent grew more assertive, causing me to pause for a short moment before stopping in front of him.

    The scent so strong I almost stammer trying to introduce myself. My body is going haywire, and I do not know what to do. Trying not to show how uncomfortable I am feeling at the moment. I extend my hand. 

    "Hello, I am Leilani." 

    He takes my hand, bends down, and places a small kiss onto it. When our skin touches, an electrifying surge passes through my skin, leaving little tingles in its place. He lifts his head and grins at me. 

"I am Matias, and the pleasure is mine." as he has a grin on his face. 

    He hands me the long-stem rose. "Would you honor me with the next dance?" he asked.

    My cheeks flushed slightly pink, I smile and said yes. 

    "Leilani, I am going to go put this bag away and I will meet you by the dance floor."

    I watch as Matias walks away. He seems to just float on the floor moving so gracefully. The heat leaves my body and for some reason, I did not like that. I did not like him leaving me. I move towards the dance floor were Soph was eagerly waiting for me. 

    "He is handsome!" she squealed. What are you going to do for the rest of the evening?

    "I am not sure, but he did ask me to dance."

    As the music changes to an Argentine Tango my body heat rises and those feeling return. I turn and Matias is standing behind me. I just want to tear those clothes off. Feeling a bit embarrassed by my thoughts. I glance away. 

    "Matais, this is my friend Sophie."

    He smiles, "it is nice to meet you. If you would excuse us they are playing my favorite song and this beautiful lady promised me a dance. 

    "Not at all, Sophie replied. "You two have fun', "she smiled

He takes my hand and those electrifying tingles cause me to blush. "Is there anything wrong baby girl?" He asked. 

    "No," I reply not knowing what to say. 

  We find our place on the dance floor. Matias pulls me in close, and I can feel the tempture rise. He leads our tango, our legs intertwining. It is a very seductive dance between two people. He spins me, my back against his chest, our hips moving together in rhythm, he leans down and nuzzles my neck, breathing in my scent, turns me around again, and dips me. Bringing me up, I look into his eyes, which have changed to a darker shade of the blueish grey I noticed before. 

    His eyes are filled with lust and full of passion. Every time he touches me, my body reacts with those tingles, Each touch more intense than the last, and I did not want it to stop. He embraces me like I am his, never taking his eyes off me for a moment. Like we are the only ones in the room giving me his full attention. 

    As he moves us across the dance floor, he brings me in close, his eyes looking deeply into mine. Without hesitation, he lands a soft, smooth kiss upon my lips, spins me again with my back against his chest, lands small kisses upon my neck, and whispers the word mine with a deep passionate voice.

    My body weakens, and my knees buckle with every kiss. As we continue dancing, my s****l feelings for Matias grow. Why am I having strong feelings for him? It is like my body needs him and craves his every touch. He turns me around and dips me once more and kisses me so passionately. 

    His tongue requesting access. I grant it. The kiss deepens, and then suddenly pulls me up. He had this sad look upon his face, somewhat resembling regret. 

    "Excuse me, Matias," another man wearing a golden wolf mask said as he approaches us. 

    "What is is Stephano?" He replied irritated. 

    "We have an issue that needs your attention, Stephano replied. 

    Matias turned and looked at me, releasing a deep sigh.  "Baby girl, I must go, thank you for a lovely evening."He kissed me one more time. It was sweet and short he caressed my chin and walked away.