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.

above me before crouching down next to the

hand then and

"Deal?" he says.

handcuffed, so I nod my

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

his hand, yet I don’t

river

followed when he

that deep and even sitting only came up to his

hand still in his when he pulls me in his

away, I allow it;

last thing I want is to be drugged while he has his way

the shampoo that was tucked in under

on you can

I shake my head and he lets

lathering my skin with the soap when Carter

he says softly

turns me back 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 sat

won’t hurt you Macey, relax," he

making me submit doesn’t fall into that category? Yet when he unclasped my bra.I growl at him, clutching the front and losing

it," Carter says, producing the soap

my

about," he says, and I fight the urge to tell him

beside the river

I had to admit I loved the feel of his

touch pleasurable, sensual,

too soon, though, we

me walk yet kept a strong grip on my hand as if he

I knew that would be a stupid thing

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

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

me back t o the damn

and this thin night dress was

the blanket from the bed, draping it over me

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

to muster as much excitement

chuffs before going to cook

stew i n the can, though it tasted better

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

far as not allowing me water after the

Carter says,

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 fire, earning a growl

he snarls, and I look at

out, the hair on my body stands on end,