Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

"I’m sorry," I tell him, yet those words tasted like poison on my tongue.

He smirks before turning back t o rummage through the backpack.He pulls out a silkie slip dress.He tosses it at me and it lands on the bed.

I pick it up, holding it up.

Hardly practical, but better than a bra and underwear.

"Don’t suppose you bought underwear?" I ask him.

"You don’t need them," he says and I chew my lip.

I suddenly wished I had a period. I bet he would change his tune then.

Carter comes over to me and passes me a muesli bar.

I tried to unwrap it, however, my fingers were not cooperating properly, yet I had a good chunk of my mobility left, though I was a little worried about trekking in the woods like this.

Carter takes it from m e and opens it, peeling back the wrapper before handing it back to me.

"You should have all your feeling back soon," he tells me as he kneels next to the bed.

He pulls my legs to the edge of the bed, rubbing the sides of them before gripping my ankle.He takes the key from around his neck and undoes the padlock before rubbing my ankle.

I watch him.

If only he wasn’t a psycho, I could get used to the tingles from the mate bond, the way my heart raced when he was close, his intoxicating scent.

If only he wasn’t responsible for destroying so many lives, I may have come to love him, yet the bond yearned and called out for him despite my mind knowing I couldn’t keep him.

But that didn’t stop me wishing things were different, so I could.

"Can you wiggle your toes?" he asks and I try.

They move to his satisfaction, and he smiles before leaning down and kissing the top of my foot.

"I can carry you.It isn’t far," he tells me, placing my foot down before walking over and grabbing the backpack.

He places two towels in it and the bag of toiletries before tossing it over his shoulder.He then scoops me up and heads for the door.

Carter was right, it wasn’t far, yet the moment he set me down, he rummaged through the bag and produced the handcuffs.

I didn't see him slip in the bag.I growl  fold my arms.

"Macey!" he snaps and I glare daggers at him.

Carter sighs and glances around at the river that flowed slowly.

"Macey, give me your hand,"

"I won’t run, you would catch me if I did," I tell him and he seems to think for a second.

I lean forward and grab the bag at his feet and rummage through it grabbing out a bar of soap.

And some shampoo.

above me before crouching down next

then and

"Deal?" he says.

least I won't be handcuffed, so I nod

least until he removes his pants and

I don’t remove my bra and

river before walking

when

deep and even sitting only came up

my hand still in his when he pulls me in his

away, I

is to be drugged while he has his way

the shampoo that was

can I at least have my

I shake my head

when Carter grips my hair and turns me sideways

head back." he says softly and I do,

pouring the shampoo in his hand and setting the bottle between m y thighs.He washes my hair and rinses it out while I sat

won’t hurt you Macey, relax,"

category? Yet when he

Carter says, producing the

on my arm, covering

I fight the urge

m y bra to the grass beside the river

not wanting him to, I had to admit I loved the feel of his

touch pleasurable, sensual,

too soon, though, we

yet kept a strong grip on my hand

that would be a stupid thing on

have a surprise for you," he says, tucking me under his

one would know I was out here if he killed me, and no place to run to

back inside before chaining me back t o the damn bed.I move to the

significantly dropped and this thin night dress was hardly

shivering, grabs the blanket from the bed, draping it over me before going to the

take my mind off being kidnapped, held against

trying to muster

chuffs before

consisted of Irish stew i n the can, though it tasted better than the

my nervousness amped up to magnitude levels and I could see he was getting impatient with my excuses of saying I was warmer by the fire or the constant I need to

far as not allowing me water after the third time of

says, patting

I open my mouth.

I know you don’t need to pee, or go for a walk, and it isn’t

and

hair on