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

my hand then and I

"Deal?" he says.

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

help but admire his toned body, at least until he removes his pants and I know he plans on using that thing between his legs

hand, yet I don’t remove

to the river before walking into the

followed when he

even sitting only came

hand still in his when he pulls me in his

away, I allow it; hoping to

want is to be drugged

shampoo that was tucked in under

on you can I at

you run?" I shake my head and he

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

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

before pouring the shampoo in his hand and setting the bottle between m y thighs.He washes my hair and rinses it out while I

you Macey, relax," he

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

Carter says,

my arm,

says, and I fight

y bra to the grass beside the river

to admit I loved the feel of his hands

touch pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido my best

we headed

kept a strong grip on

would be a stupid

tucking me under

above all the trees, no one would hear me scream, no one would know I was out here

back t o the damn bed.I move to the front of the fireplace,

dropped and this thin night dress was hardly

from the bed,

take my mind

I tell him, trying to muster as much excitement

before going to cook

though it tasted better

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 fire or the constant

not allowing me water after the third time of claiming I needed

Carter says, patting the

I open my mouth.

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

he snarls, and I look

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