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.

sighs loudly above me before

then and I won’t

"Deal?" he says.

handcuffed, so I nod my

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

his hand, yet I

river before walking into the

when he sat

deep and even sitting only

to him, my hand still in his when he pulls

and trying to shove him away, I allow it; hoping to gain a little

I want is to be drugged while he has

the shampoo that was

you can I at least

my head and he lets my hand

my skin with the soap when Carter grips my hair and turns me sideways

your head back." he says softly and

his hand and setting the bottle between m y thighs.He washes my

won’t hurt you

submit doesn’t fall into that category? Yet when

lost it," Carter says, producing the soap

on my arm,

he says, and I fight the urge

m y bra to the grass beside the river and

had to admit I loved

makes his touch pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido my best

though, we headed back to the

kept a strong grip on my hand as if he

that would be a stupid thing on

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

the trees, no one would hear me scream, no one would know I was out here if he killed me, and

chaining me back t o the damn

and this thin

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

take my mind off being kidnapped, held against my will, marked and all the other shit he has

him, trying to muster as much excitement as

before going to

the can, though

magnitude levels and I could see he was getting impatient with my excuses of saying

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

says, patting

I open my mouth.

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

snarls, and I look at

out, the hair on my body stands on end, yet