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

hold my hand then and I won’t cuff

"Deal?" he says.

be handcuffed, so I

his pants and I know he plans on using that thing between his legs on me, which makes

me his hand, yet I don’t remove

the river

when he sat

deep and even

hand still in his when

him away, I allow it; hoping to gain a

last thing I want is to be

that was tucked

can I at least have my hand

shake my head and he lets my hand

soap when Carter grips my hair and turns me

back." he says softly and I do,

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

hurt you Macey, relax,"

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

it," Carter says,

my

I fight the urge to tell him

grass beside the

not wanting him to, I had to admit I loved the feel of his hands on

bond makes his touch pleasurable, sensual,

soon, though, we headed back to the

strong grip on

knew that would be a stupid thing on my

you," he says, tucking me under his arm as we climb the

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

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

and this thin

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

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

I tell him, trying to muster as much

before going

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

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

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

says, patting

I open my mouth.

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

and

is running very thin Macey," he growls and I feel his aura slip out, the hair on my body stands on end, yet I wasn’t completely defenseless against it