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

then and I won’t cuff

"Deal?" he says.

handcuffed, so I nod

toned body, at least until he removes his pants and I know he plans

me his hand, yet I

river before walking

followed when

and even sitting only came up

in

angry and trying to shove him away, I

want is to be drugged while he has his way

takes the shampoo that was tucked

you can I

head and he lets

the soap when Carter grips my hair and turns me sideways on his

your head back." he says softly and

turns me back before pouring the shampoo in his hand and setting the bottle between m y thighs.He washes my hair and rinses it

hurt you Macey, relax," he

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

Carter says, producing the soap

tugs on my arm,

says, and I

bra to the grass beside the river and before insisting on

to, I had to admit

pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido

too soon, though, we headed back to the

strong grip on my

would be a stupid thing on my

under his

hear me scream, no one would know I was out here if

before chaining me back t o the damn

temperature had significantly dropped and this thin

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

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

to muster as much

he chuffs before going to cook

consisted of Irish stew i n the can, though it

swallowed the ‘I place, 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

me water after the third time of claiming I needed

says,

I open my mouth.

walk, and it isn’t cold in here," he pats the bed and I look

he snarls, and I

feel his aura slip out, the hair on my body stands on end, yet I wasn’t completely defenseless