The Broken Luna

Mila’s POV My worst nightmare wasn't the day the Alpha of my pack ordered the cleansing of the pack of all ex-baby factory mothers and I was among. It wasn't the day girls like me were massively kidnapped, r***d and forced into becoming breeders against our will, and after scale, rather than being integrated into the society after our release, we were at the risk of being cast out. No. It was the day I returned home without seeing the love of my life, the only man that made me feel loved and wanted. After I came to live here in the outskirts, he not only offered me a job, but his heart, body and care. He offered to take care of my baby and I, even made a marriage pact with me. Asher was twenty-one while I was eighteen, my baby was three months old. Though he worked as a web designer, he had time for me and my baby, most of the time would volunteer to cook us meals and do other chores so I could rest. Our relationship graduated from a work one to a love relationship. I'd thought I'd met a forever bliss, so none of what my pack and family did to me mattered. On Liam’s first birthday, he threw a lavish party to which he invited all from the outskirts. Food and drinks were surplus. I'd thought I'd seen all but the moment but more was to follow that night. “I have a surprise for you, baby.” Asher said, placing a light kiss on my cheek from the back after accompanying me to put my baby to sleep. I giggled with a moan. He grabbed my waist, slowly sliding his hands down to my front, towards my groin. His bulge was brushing over me from behind. I stiffened, summoning all the strength in the world to remain steady because at that point, it seemed as though I would explode. His face slid towards my neck, his pinewood-red roses scent washed over me, drenching me in the heat. “He's my mate, I just can't confirm it now.” I said to myself. Most werewolves are late bloomers, they may walk with their mate from eighteen to twenty one years and would never know until perhaps late at twenty-three where late bloomers sense their mate. We were bonded in heart, our chemistry was top notch but our wolves weren't yet bonded up to the level of calling ourselves fated mates but I earnestly wished one day we would call ourselves that. That took me back to the present, where he was gently trailing his hands over my groin, rubbing his c**k over my ass. “I have a surprise for you, my girl.” He repeated again. At this point, I already knew what it would be so I smiled sweetly, turning over to face him, my hands gliding up to his shoulders. “What's that honey?” I asked sweetly, toning my voice to that seductive, f**k craved b***h. He grinned. Hot. Dark. We were going to do it again. “You just need some blindfold, remember it's a surprise.” “That wouldn't be a problem.” I snappily replied. My p***y was already dripping, its walls clenched, aching for his big c**k inside me. This wasn't the first time we would be f*****g but it seemed like a special one. Right from the way he said it, the blindfold and the blue moon, a rarity. Our baby's birthday happened to fall on the night of the blue moon. Such a blessing. He pulled out a red ribbon, covering my eyes and then turning around to tie it slowly behind. “Come with me,” he whispered. Asher led me out of Liam’s room, towards the left linking the backyard. “Aren't we doing it in our room?” I asked. “Don't worry, baby. Just follow me.” He guided me down the stairs, outside. Then I thought he wanted to do it out here with me, on the green field of our apartment, under the blue moon. “What a romantic man.” I smiled to myself. Asher is always romantic, but today is certainly gonna overshadow all of his romantic moves towards me since he decided to take us in. With the red ribbon over my eyes, I caught glimpses of what seemed to be tiny golden lights on the floor. I sensed the scent of candles, wax, and books. My wolf, despite being an Omega, was so sensitive. “What's going on?” I asked with a skeptical blush, my cheeks warmed and I pulled in the waxy scent. “Hmm,” he moaned. “You will see soon.” He turned me over and sat me on a plush chair, I tried to feel my surroundings, the arms of the chair. “Then….. “ He said as he turned around, lowering his face. His breath fell on my skin. Warm and romantic. His fingers worked behind my head, then the ribbon snapped. My eyelashes bashed, first looking down. My jaw dropped. “What's this?” I jumped up, turning around before jumping on my man, he grabbed my ass, pulling me up and hugging me so tight. His lips pulled forward, dropping a kiss. Asher turned us around. My eyes met the red-golden scene blending into the blue rays from the room, the scent was multi-floral, able to make a girl like me melt. There was a medium glass table in the midst of the table, like a blue-black crystal, the design of a pure diamond. We had two chairs at both extremes, his and mine. On the table was a large bouquet of blue roses with peonies, tulips and exotic orchids stuck in between them. Crystal diamond candles shining with golden lights were arranged in a zigzag order by the left and right sides of the table. White ribbons hung from the tree branches above us. Petals of red roses were scattered over the ground around us and on the table. “Woooohhh.” My hand rushed towards my lips, covering in shock. My eyes were popping out. “This is the most beautiful, enchanting special date I've ever seen.” “And who told you it's a romantic date?” He snapped. “Urgh?” My brows dropped. “You mean it's not a date, then what?” I was curious. This was when he smiled, massaged my shoulders a little while, then turned over to his seat and sat on it. My eyes dropped on the camera, hiding behind the huge flower bouquet, I hadn't seen it before now. “A camera as well?” My thoughts went flying towards different directions. A millions of ideas sailed in but I couldn't know what exactly. “Yes, my woman.” He called me ‘his girl’ before, now “his woman.” “Goddess.” I blushed again, hiding the red already blinking on my cheeks which I knew quite alright. His grin persisted, his eyes a little bit mischievous, more enchanting. He stared like one who adored me. “I'm here to propose a marriage for you in the future, this is what I intend for you.” I squealed, giggling. “Really?” I jumped up but he flapped his fingers, urging me to be calm. “I want you to be my forever mate, my one and only but……” My heart stopped. “What?” My voice crept out in a soft, anxious whisper. “I can't marry now because I'm just a foreigner, here on a trip which might take one to two years or even more. Also a college student, I need to complete my studies before I make you official.” “And…..” He dragged, blinking his eyes anxiously, worried about how I would probably react. I leaned forward, blinking. “What……” “I'm in a complicated relationship, I wasn't expecting to meet a woman I'd be smitten by because I've never fallen for a woman. So I would love to put everything in place. I don't know how long we would wait to officially get married but it won't pass five years.” His face beamed with assurance. He was serious, he meant this but my body, it sat still, hormones going riot. My heart thumped both with both excitement and anxiety. How can I make myself accept that I'm not the only one who has this man as I thought?