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.

loudly above me before crouching

and I won’t cuff

"Deal?" he says.

be handcuffed, so I nod my

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

his hand, yet I don’t remove

to the river before walking into

followed when he

deep and even sitting only came up

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

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

to be drugged while

was tucked

can I at least have my

head and

when Carter grips my hair and turns me

says softly and I do, letting

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

won’t hurt you Macey, relax," he

but making me submit doesn’t fall into that category? Yet when

lost it," Carter says, producing

my arm,

have nothing to be shy about," he says, and I

to the grass beside the river and before insisting on

admit I loved the feel

touch pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido my best

too soon, though, we headed back

let me walk yet kept a strong grip on my hand as if

would be a stupid

for you," he says, tucking me under his

going down now, and I looked out above all the trees, no one would hear me scream, no one would know I was out

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

significantly dropped and this thin night dress was hardly

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

a block of chocolate.I blink at him, yep chocolate will really take my mind off being kidnapped, held

trying to muster as much

before

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

to magnitude levels and I could see he was getting

far as not allowing me water after the third

says, patting the

I open my mouth.

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

snarls, and I

patience is running very thin Macey," he growls and I feel his aura slip out, the hair on