The Broken Luna

Chapter 4

Mila’s POV

The owner of the ring I’d been with was always going around impregnating us. When we give birth, he sells our babies for thousands of dollars to rich, elite families. The girls ranged from fourteen to eighteen. He wanted the younger ones who could birth babies over a longer circle and when he thought their bodies were worn out, would discharge them with barely nothing but ill health and regrets.

Rumors have it that he's a close relative of the Alpha, which gives him the audacity to capture young girls with dreams and use them until they are no longer useful to him. The Alpha himself had failed us keeping quiet to such menace, probably he was getting bribed both from him and the elite barren families who buy the babies.

I'm pretty sure he wanted to erase us from the mainland of New Haven Pack to the outskirts so we won't speak of what we passed through there. He was also trying to protect his name while acting so morally before his people.

So sad. Pathetic. An Alpha who treasures money to the wellbeing of his people.

I'd been kidnapped at fifteen, had been impregnated every year. I'd born two babies, who were both taken away from me in their sixth month. Now I'm eighteen, juggling with the last one I got to escape with, barely three months.

Along the journey to the outskirts taking the train at the station, Liam cried along like he knew what had befallen us.

On arrival, I could only search for affordable rooms which I could rent for a few days. Detached one rooms lined through the sides of the roads, on the fields and in the woods, built by immigrants. The only means of survival for some here as they rented their houses out.

Here anyone could build anywhere, just have the resources to erect a structure.

My search lasted three hours but I couldn't find a house priced low to my money. If I went for the standard ones, I would only be in there for two to three days. I needed one I could stay up to at least a week, enough time to search up for some menial jobs. There were many here.

Investors and tourists preferred the outskirts here more except for the rogues but they respected them, these people were part of the major sources of income for everyone. They hired cooks, cleaners, gardeners and paid them big. They were never attacked by rogues unlike ordinary people like us.

I got a job as a chef for one of the foreigners who had come to tour and invest at the outskirts, the man who turned out to be the best thing to happen to me. My man. My future husband. And also my worst nightmare, greater than being rejected by family and cast away from home.

He just vanished without a trace, right after adopting my baby and making a promise marriage to me.

I gave him all of my shattered, broken heart and he went away with it, making me broken for the second time, this time worse than the first.

I wouldn't just keep quiet and let him take my baby away. I'll have to fight, make sure one day we meet face to face, then he will get the worst form of revenge anyone has ever shown to him.

Perhaps not only him, but the man who had spoiled my dreams and that of other girls with his forced breeding.

My back never left the ground as my entire life played before me.

As I was drifting off, I heard the knock on the door. One. Two. Three. My body was too weak to rise. Panic cruised through me as I tried to figure out who it could be.

“Ma’am, you’re yet to pay the fare.”

“Oh! It’s the driver.” Last thing I said in mind before drifting off into a world of darkness and gloom.

The next place I woke up seemed like a hospital, the immaculately white view of the room, my body trapped to the bed with two police officers taking note. I saw the driver.

Thump, thump, thumb, went my heart.

Fear gripped me as I began to think he got me arrested for paying me.

“What am I doing here?” I voiced out right away, hands shaking even as I tried to hide my fear.

“We brought you here after you passed out.” The first officer said.

“Something must have been wrong before you passed out, can you remember anything?”

I gulped, then moved to tears.

“I lost my baby to a man I thought he loved but now is out of trace.”

“His name?”

“Asher Galen as he told me.” I replied.

“Urgh?” The first officer withdrew back.

Second stepped forward, brows narrowed. “Asher? What’s he…..” The words were already spilling forth before he pulled in a restraint, making a quick zip up sign.

I went blank.

“What’s going on? Who’s he?” I stammered.

He chuckled. “Perhaps you should find that for yourself.”

“Find about him for myself? Where? How?” If I say I became the most confused in my life, I wasn’t lying.

Heavy breaths filled the room, both from me and from them except the driver who seemed to have no clue just like me.

“Hey ma,” he cut in. “Your groceries are safely stored in your refrigerator. You don’t have to worry about the fare. Sorry about everything.”

For once, my stare pulled over to him. Absolutely surprising, what he just did but before I could say a word, he was already gone.

I was in the room with the officers, their suspicious stares pointed wittily at me. Neither of them said a word, they wanted to help but seemed this was such a big name they couldn’t temper with.

They didn’t tell me but I just knew that something was wrong.

“Isn’t he gay and engaged to his partner?” The second officer whispered to the first who nodded, little did they know I was hearing them.

“And she’s saying he took her baby, seems like one of the baby factory mothers chased by the Alpha.”

“Yes, she must be.” The first officer whispered back. “We can’t really do anything. There’s nothing we can do.” He shrugged his shoulders, then turned to look at me.

“Please ma’am, you will need to call a trusted family or friend to stay with you, if you can’t stay alone. We should be going. You’ll be fine.”

“What? You’re leaving me?” I protested fiercely. “I thought the cops were meant to help victims. Why don’t you look into my case and find out where he is to arrest him.”

A small smirk escaped the lips of the second officer. “Sorry ma’am, Asher Galen is a big name. You’ve been at the breeder ring for years without technology. That’s why…..”

“Why?” I interrupted.

“You haven’t heard of him.”

“Who’s he?” I barked.

“We can’t tell you anything, you find that out for yourself.” The first officer growled, pointing his fist on me. “Let’s go!” He said as he turned to his colleague. I sat here watching how they walked away from me, leaving me alone to my fate.

The same question as I’d asked them last crawled up in my brain. ASHER GALIN.

“Who’s he?”