Lunar Temptations

Ch 78

His audacity to do and say all of that in front of another leader surpassed me. He was either too carefree of a leader or he had simply accepted his fate. Either way, I didn't want him to embarrass himself like that. A part of me felt bad for him as I could relate to his situation for the first time here.

"Oh, my Goddess. Get up, please. I can help you!" I said, sighing and getting off the stool myself. He jerked up, his huge frame towering over me now that he sat on a stool, and I was standing. Only then did I realize that nothing about his physique spoke of a young and new leader, but his face—that was clean-shaven and had cropped light-brown hair. Surely, if there were any unmated females here, then he would have gotten some attention due to his looks, but I didn't know if this was in his favour or not, considering his current state.

"I can get you a suit..." I said, trailing off. I was unsure of the idea myself. Whose clothes was I going to get except Zayden's? What if he didn't like sharing, but he had never been that kind of person? As to whether they would fit this man or not, I wouldn't doubt that. He looked just as bulky as Zayden.

"No-no. I absolutely cannot afford such favours." He said, shaking his head. I wanted to roll my eyes at his dramatic antics, but I refrained from doing so. "You have 5 seconds to decide because I assure you that every guest here is required to dance after 30 minutes." I narrowed my eyes at a huge clock placed above the stairs we had descended earlier from.

"Your plans of spending the night sitting here will fail," I said, folding my arms over my chest and giving him a raised brow.

I could have left him here sulking, and that would have been absolutely none of my business, but a part of me felt absolutely bad for him, and no wonder, Zayden would have done the same. Still, I was planning on asking him before lending this favor to a damsel in distress, whose name I didn't know.

"I don't know how to thank you," He said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "By telling me your name so that I can explain to the owner of the suit about your situation."

His face turned red once again as he realized he hadn't introduced himself to me yet. "My apologies, it's Cassius Reed."

I nodded, "Raya Dawson, and I will see you outside that door, in 10."

With that, I turned around to head out from the very same door I was pointing at. Making my way out of the bustling room was a struggle that took a lot more time than I had expected it to take. Once out of there, I decided to drop a text to Zayden, informing him about what I was up to. I knew asking him would have been the right way, but I didn't have time for it, and I was sure that he had his phone on silent so nobody could disturb him while he was making important diplomatic talks. As boring as these talks were, I oddly found Zayden hot whenever I found him indulging in such stuff. The way that man was changing my perspective on everything was undeniable.

The lift's door opened to our room's door, and I hurried inside. In a matter of a few minutes, I had successfully grabbed a black suit which Zayden owned the most of. I rushed back to the lift and within 10 minutes, I stood outside the decided door with the suit in my hand. I was a panting mess, but the satisfaction of being able to help another fellow leader with an awkward situation was worth it. There was barely anyone outside the ballroom, and it was a signal that something important was to begin in a few minutes—the most important part of a ball, the dance.

I was waiting for Alpha Reed to show up when my ears perked up to some whispering. I turned to look around when my eyes landed on CM Samara, talking to a servant, probably ordering him. Her features were relaxed and stoic as usual. I immediately advanced towards her,

"CM Samara, we need to talk." I said, striding towards her. Her face snapped in my direction, the calmness slowly fading away and replaced by a chaotic silence. Like, she wanted to speak a million words but clenched her jaws before even one could come out.

What was wrong with her?

I was nearing her when the sound of the door opening stopped me.

Shit.

Alpha Reed was here. I turned around for a moment to find him coming out of the room, in his spoiled suit. His eyes were darting around, cautiously. I waved my hand at him and motioned him to wait before turning back to CM Samara. What stared back at me was an empty space and not a soul in sight.

Where did she go?

I stared at the empty hallway, dumbstruck. It took me barely 5 or 10 seconds, and she managed to disappear in that time. I swear everything about this woman was getting creepier with the passing of time. She was a ravelling mystery to me, and just when I thought that I would get to ask her about the note, she disappeared. As if the note wasn't confusing enough, her attitude had become even more bizarre.

"Luna Dawson?" came Alpha Reed's voice as he walked up to me. In a daze, I handed him the clothes. "I don't know how to thank you." He said, taking them.

"No need for that," I said, shaking my head and proceeded to excuse myself. I headed back inside the ballroom, in search of Zayden. My mind was stuck on CM Samara's odd behaviour following the note and her answer to my question. Zayden needed to know about it all, and I must confront him about the metal door room. Making my way through the crowd once again, I made it inside.