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.

before crouching down

hand then and I won’t cuff you," he

"Deal?" he says.

handcuffed, so I

toned body, at least until he removes his pants and

his hand, yet I

to the river before walking

when he

and even

next to him, my hand still in his when he pulls me

him away, I

thing I want is to be drugged while he

shampoo that was tucked in under my

can I at

my head and he lets my

my skin with the soap when Carter grips my hair and turns me

says softly and I

pouring the shampoo in his hand and setting the bottle between m y thighs.He washes my

you

that category? Yet when he unclasped my bra.I growl at

lost it," Carter says, producing the

on my arm,

he says, and I fight the

bra to the grass beside the river and

admit I loved the feel of his hands

touch pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido my

too soon, though, we headed

kept a strong grip on my hand

knew that would be a stupid thing on

a surprise for you," he says, tucking me under his arm as we climb the last incline to

all the trees, no one would hear me scream, no one would know I was out here if he killed me, and no place

before chaining me back t o the damn bed.I move to the front of the fireplace, trying to warm

temperature had significantly dropped and this thin night dress was hardly

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

at him, yep chocolate will really take my mind off being kidnapped, held

him, trying to muster

before

Irish stew i n the can, though

and I could see he was getting impatient with my excuses of saying I was

as not allowing me water after the third

says, patting

I open my mouth.

you’re stalling and I know you don’t need to pee, or go for a walk, and it isn’t cold in here," he pats the bed and I look back at the fire, earning a growl

he snarls, and I look at

slip out, the hair