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.

before crouching down next to

hand then and I

"Deal?" he says.

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

can’t 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

I don’t remove my bra

to the river before

followed when

wasn’t that deep and even sitting only came up to

sit next to him, my hand still in his when he

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

thing I want is to be

that was tucked in under my

can I at

my head

the soap when Carter grips my hair and turns me sideways

softly

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

won’t hurt you Macey, relax,"

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

Carter says, producing the soap I

on my

I fight the

beside the river and before insisting on

admit I loved

bond makes his touch pleasurable, sensual, yet Ido my best to ignore

soon, though, we headed back to the

grip on my hand as if

be a

surprise for you," he says, tucking me under his arm

would know I was out here if he killed me, and no place to run to and I wasn’t

the damn bed.I move to the front

temperature had significantly dropped and this thin night dress

the bed, draping it over me

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

him, trying to muster as much excitement

chuffs before going

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

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 I

water

Carter says, patting

I open my mouth.

you don’t need to pee, or go for a walk, and it isn’t cold in

he snarls, and I look at

aura slip out, the hair on my body stands on end, yet I wasn’t completely defenseless against it