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.

me before crouching down next to

then and

"Deal?" he says.

be handcuffed, so I nod my

his pants and I

his hand, yet I don’t remove my bra

to the river before

when

deep and even sitting only came up to his

next to him, my hand still in his

of becoming angry and trying to shove him away, I allow it; hoping

to be drugged

shampoo that was tucked in under my

sitting on you can I at least have my

head and he lets

when Carter grips my hair and turns me sideways

your head back." he says softly and I do, letting

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

hurt you

but making me submit doesn’t fall into that category? Yet when he unclasped my bra.I growl at him, clutching

says,

my

and I fight the urge to tell him to

to the grass beside the river and before insisting

admit I loved the feel of his hands on my

pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido

soon, though, we headed back to

on my hand as if he

I knew that would be a stupid thing

for you," he says, tucking me under his arm as

hear me scream, no one would know I was out here if he killed me, and no place to run to and I wasn’t even sure where

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

temperature had significantly dropped and this

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

will really take my mind off

him, trying to muster as much excitement

chuffs before going

n the can, though it tasted

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

me water after the third

says, patting the

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

thin Macey," he growls and I feel his aura slip out, the hair on my body stands on end, yet I wasn’t completely defenseless against it now he had