Mated to The Alphas

There's a legend in my town about the supernatural. And every year, my town has a dance in the center of town to celebrate it. Long ago, there lived many kinds of monsters among the woods. Then there were the humans, and when they moved in, there was a war. But when the blue moon in the sky passed, monsters and humans fell in love at first sight. They danced and rejoined with each other and made peace. People who meet under the blue moon fell in love. I looked at my mom, sleeping on the couch as she let a sad, romantic movie run in the back. My phone buzzed and I looked down to see a message from my best friend, Mona: Tori, are you coming? What did your mom say? I bit my lip. Anyone over eighteen could go to the ball in town - it was free, with food, dancing and drinks. The two richest families in town paid for it all and people were urged to go no matter their status. A part of me wanted to go, but how could I? I glanced in the mirror in the living room just before the door, my hair not even brushed or close to being done since I had just gotten home from work an hour ago. It was six, the shirt I had on was stained from a juice I drank, and it started in an hour. I don't even know if I had a dress ready to wear. I never had asked my mom... I knew what she would say. She'd say it led to the worst mistake of her life: my father. I texted her back: Maybe. If I go, I'll be an hour late. She didn't text back because she was probably getting ready. I sighed, going up to my room and looking in my full-length mirror. I tried to imagine how to do my dark brown hair. I leaned in, wondering if I should do heavy or light mascara around my dark brown eyes. I felt so tired from work, it was almost hard to imagine how I could dress up. My body was slightly curvy, with my thighs and hips big and my breasts average. I felt like a pear, in all honesty. My butt wasn't flat and my waist was thankfully small. I looked okay, I believe. I could look better for tonight though. I looked over at my brown wooden dresser, grabbing the left-over energy drink I had, and gulped it down. I groaned loudly, swallowing down the sugary and tangy liquid quickly before going to my restroom and hopping into the shower. I scrubbed all around my body, exfoliating and making sure everything was shaved and clean. Personally, I love the smell of citrus in my hair and on my body. I got out, covering and drying myself with the fluffy blue towel I had on the rack. I went to my dresser, getting white lacy thin underwear to go under my clothes so it won't show through any of the material I would wear. I got my hair dryer, making sure to put a lot of volume in my hair as I brush it out and detangle it. I made a small bun above my head with half of my hair, curling the ends of my hair to make it look cute and using small strands to frame my face. This was the event of the year. Everyone in school was going. I had to go, if I didn't... I just wanted to know what it was like. My mom told me every year how it ruined her, hurt her heart and soul because she really believed she was in love with my father. Then he ended up being a piece of s**t husband, and even more of a piece of s**t father, so it filled me with dread whenever I saw the posters or fliers for this event. I had to know what it was like. I had to see what she saw and what she felt. I had to know what I could feel, who knows... I could have a fun time for once. Ever since I graduated last month, I've done nothing but work as a waitress in a cafe on a college campus. However, I had a temper, so hopefully I can keep this job longer than the last one... I applied lotion on my body and sprayed perfume all over before going into my closet to look at the dresses I had: there were two options. A garnet dress that was floor length, had a sweetheart neckline and droopy straps on my shoulders, and a slit that went up mid-thigh with a silky material, something I was supposed to wear for prom but couldn't attend. Then there was a lavender dress I had for graduation, but nobody saw because I wore it under the cap and gown. The lavender dress had a halter top with an exposed backside, going floor length as well while having more of flowy outwards skirt in contrast to the garnet dress. I mulled the options around and ultimately decided on the lavender dress that complimented my tan skin and made me feel like I was glowing. I paired it with white, ankle-strap high heels and a simple silver pendant. I also wore dangle silver earrings that had a white diamond, my most expensive jewelry that I had from my father with a moon at the base with stars dangling from it. I did my makeup with a little more blush than usual, a simple pink gloss and white highlights at the inner and outer corners of my eyes with a small cat-eye wing of eyeliner. I did my mascara too before I forgot and double-checked everything in the mirror before I left. I had to look my best, I just had to. There seemed something important that would happen tonight... I just know something about going to this dance could alter the course of my life. If I didn't go to this party, when would I have the chance to go to a party again? I couldn't help but smile widely as I went down the stairs with my white purse. I texted my friend I was on my way, ignoring her previous text about certain boys there that she knew I'd "drool" over. I got into my mom and I's car, the one we both paid for, and pulled out of the driveway. She'd probably be mad at me for "wasting" gas, but I was too focused on the big ball tonight. When I arrived, there was some stragglers outside the big and historic town hall - it almost looked like an old mansion. There was free valet parking and the guy who took my car ogled me up and down as I handed him the keys and walked away. I flustered under the attention, happy to look good with my outfit and makeup. I walked down the welcoming red carpet along with some other late people who walked with their friends. I nervously looked at the time on my phone: it was 8:30pm and the party ended at 12am. I had four hours to live it up before the magic faded and I had to f**k off to my own brutal reality. The minute I entered the ball, I could feel an electricity in the air. There were colorful lights changing across the big ball room, with two grand staircases that led to the second floor. There was people dancing, people by the food and people by the drinks. Almost everyone here was at least under thirty which was surprising since the hosts were old enough to be my grandparents. I looked around, almost unsure what to do first, but looked to the drink table first in hopes to calm myself down with some juice or whatever they had here. I walk over, glancing around nervously before stopping in surprise as I suddenly bump into somebody. I look forward into a chest as hands grasp my shoulders, brows furrowed in confusion when I scan my eyes upwards to find a handsome man looking down at me. His eyes are dark green, stunning me into place as I search them for... something. My whole body feels suddenly heated and flustered as he holds me in place, our chests still touching and our bodies incredibly close. I swallow, the scent of his mouth-watering cologne hitting my nose as I breathe fast. My heart is beating fast as well, and I didn't notice but I was holding his strong forearms I realize, making me come back into the moment instead of being a mute. "Um... hello." My voice cracks lamely, and I clear my throat before slightly pulling away and getting my hands off him. His hands slip off, his stare only making me flush more. I do the only thing I can think of - I reach my hand out and attempt a smile. "I'm Tori." He slightly smirks, so subtle I barely noticed, his plump lips with a strong cupid's bow suddenly the focus of my attention as he reaches his hand out to mine. He holds it gently, almost so soft it makes my knees weak. "Enzo." His voice is deep and like velvet, making me lose my train of thought. I nod, shaking his hand almost too hasty before I suddenly pull away my hand and start to ramble. "It's nice to meet you, I'm sorry for bumping into you, I didn't mean to... I just didn't see you, sorry." "Obviously." Enzo says, his gaze traveling down my body before looking back into my eyes. It's then I notice his charming button-up on muscled shoulders and a tall, toned body that makes him look so good I want to cry. His hair, black and styled back in a beautiful boy-cut makes me want to run my hands through it. His sarcasm, however, irks me and the charm wears off despite his amazing scent of cedar. I scoff, suddenly a little annoyed. "Right. Well, I guess that makes two of us." He almost looks surprised at the way I react when I scowl and bump my shoulder as I push past him and to the drink table. I ignore the way my body burns from the way he scolded me. As I pick up a glass of sparkling cider, I can't help but look back to where I had left him. I tense as I notice... he's looking back at me. His eyes are glaring into me, heated and somehow making my heart beat like it never has. I can't tell the look in his eyes, but it makes me want to kiss him like there's no tomorrow. I scowl at him again and look away to have a sip. I was getting frustrated mentally and sexually. The cider tastes exquisite- "You’re gorgeous." A man's suave and charismatic voice surprises me, making me jump and look over to someone standing so close it sends goosebumps everywhere. I gasp, blinking in shock. "Thank you. You look..." I scan his body, seeing a proper tux that looks good on his broad shoulders and very athletic body. "...gorgeous too." I bet he looks good without the clothes as well... He chuckles before he leans in, his hazel brown-amber eyes looking at my lips as he speaks. "Would you care to dance...?" He trails off, as if asking my name. I finish his sentence for him with a shy smile, "Tori." "Would you like to dance, Tori?" He asks, smiling in a mischievous way. "I'd be happy to..." I trail off as well, hinting at his name. He holds his hand out for me, "Stefan." “Stefan..” His touch spread across my skin with fireworks, his scent of pine and giving me almost the same, if not stronger, effect Enzo had done to me. Was I ovulating? His hair was chestnut brown, contrasting Enzo’s and it was styled messily. His hand travels to my back, making me tense and flush as he suddenly pulls me close and walks me to the dance floor. “I’m going to give you the dance of a lifetime.”