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 the

hand then and

"Deal?" he says.

least I won't be handcuffed, so I nod my

his pants and I know he plans

hand, yet I don’t remove my bra

to the river

followed when he sat

and even sitting only came up to

still in his when he pulls me in his

becoming angry and trying to shove him away,

thing I want is to be drugged while he has his

takes the shampoo that was tucked in

on you can I at least have

head

start lathering my skin with the soap when Carter grips my hair and turns

back." he says softly and

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

you

category? Yet when he unclasped my bra.I growl at him, clutching the front and losing

it," Carter says,

tugs on my arm, covering

he says, and I fight the urge to tell him to go fuck

m y bra to the grass beside

had to admit I loved the feel of his hands

touch pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido my best to

we headed back to the

kept a strong grip on

would be a stupid

says, tucking me under his arm as we climb the last incline to the

trees, no one would 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

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

significantly dropped and this thin night dress was hardly

from the bed, draping

chocolate.I blink at him, yep chocolate will really take my mind off being kidnapped, held against my will, marked and all the other shit

trying to muster as much excitement

he chuffs before going to

i n the can, though it

levels and I could see he was getting impatient with my excuses of saying I was warmer by the fire

water after the third time of

says,

I open my mouth.

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

he snarls, and I

he growls and I feel his aura slip out, the hair on my