Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son By Jess

2 weeks later.

Tap, Tap, Tap. I look up and see a man tapping on my car window, his flashlight shining in the window of my car before he moves it around, looking in the back of it. I put my hand up when the torch flashes across my face blindingly. He quickly moves it to the side.

“Ma’am, you can’t stay here,” the middle-aged man tells me; he has to be council security because of his uniform. My son Valarian stirs, the bright light waking him, and he lets out an irritated cry. The man moves his torch away entirely, shining it at the ground, and Valarian stops.

“Look, I have noticed your car here for nearly two weeks; this is a train station,” he sighs as I pick up my son out of his fruit box bed and roll down the window a bit so he doesn’t keep yelling, thinking I can’t hear him.

“You really have no place to go, no family?” He asks.

“No, the council kicked me out of the park” he runs a hand down his face before glancing around the parking lot.

“The baby’s father?” I shook my head, knowing that wasn’t an option. He didn’t even believe me, refused to see me even when I begged him to let me on his territory so I could show him the scan, every other time, he hung up the moment he heard my voice, after a while, I gave up.

“You know there are people out that would take him, then you could probably go home.”

parents did me,”

for a child. You’re young if you give him up. You could still have a normal life. Something to think about. I

tear runs down my cheek as I think of his words. “This was no life for a child” Was I being selfish? Yet, the thought of giving him up broke my heart. He was mine. I loved him and would give my life for my

pouring with rain. I rummage through the back for my umbrella before slipping my shoes on. Making sure my son is bundled

for it to the train station bathrooms. Needing to be extra careful not to slip on the wet ground. Once I get into the disabled toilet, I jam the bucket in the sink, filling it with warm water before shimming my pants down to pee. One thing I hated about being homeless was holding my son while going to the bathroom. I couldn’t place him down anywhere, making it hard to use the toilet while making sure not to drop him. When I finish, I slide my pants up with

car before placing the bucket down and quickly opening the hatchback to my wagon. I set my son in his bed before hauling my tiny bucket in. I then changed his bum and used soap to lather my washcloth, and gave him a wash down before dressing him, so he was all

showering, something I definitely took for granted. I would use the rest stop ones, but I had no fuel to get there and wouldn’t

saving, but now, since he was born and my milk dried up before I left the hospital. I was forced to stock up on formula, bottled water, and nappies. The savings didn’t last long with buying baby clothes and non-perishable food. My car looked like a mini supermarket, and I started to get low on the formula again. Rummaging through my wallet, I find my last $100. I needed to think of something fast. This

I tried that. My parents weren’t

the club at the Hotel. We wanted to meet the older Alpha’s, not the young ones that hadn’t even reached puberty, so with a fake ID, my sister and I snuck

phone, yet I know I will find no missed calls. My father disconnected it on me, but I liked to look at the photos of when I was still part of the family. I missed my little sister and wished I could see her, even

about money. The security guard’s words ate at me. “This is no life for a child” I was failing. I needed help and didn’t know who to ask. When it starts to get dark, the Five o’clock train pulls in. I tried to light my candle, so I had light, but my lighter had finally run out of gas. Popping the trunk,