Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son By Jess

Chapter 136

Chapter 136

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, yet those words tasted like poison on my tongue. He smirks before turning back to 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 me 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.

arms. “Macey!” he snaps and I glare daggers at him. Carter sighs and glances around at the river

me your

and he seems to think for a second. I lean forward and grab the bag at his feet and rummage through it

hand then and

head. Carter starts removing his clothes and I 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 on me, which makes me look away. He offers me his hand, yet I don’t remove my bra and underwear. Carter leads me to the river before walking into the water. I followed when he

gain a little trust. The last thing I want is to be drugged while he has his way with me.

on you can I at least have my hand

my hand go. I start lathering my skin with the soap when Carter grips my hair and turns me sideways on his lap. “Dip your head back.” he says softly and I do, letting him wet it.

Macey, relax,” he says. Wouldn’t hurt me, but making me submit doesn’t fall into that category? Yet when he unclasped my bra. I

to be shy about,” he says,

makes his touch pleasurable, sensual, yet I do my best to ignore it. All too soon, though, we headed back to the cabin. Carter let me walk yet kept a strong grip on my

the cabin. The sun was going down now, and I looked out above all the trees, no one would hear me scream, no one would know I was out here

to warm up. The temperature had significantly dropped and this thin night dress was hardly warm. Carter, noticing me shivering, grabs the blanket from the

as possible. Yet he chuffs before going to cook dinner. Tonight's dinner consisted of Irish stew in the can, though it tasted better than the noodles and was more filling. Yet as darkness swallowed the 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 I need to pee. He even went so far as not allowing me water after

patting the bed.

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

and

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 now he had marked me. Nevertheless, it

to feel for my own nonexistent aura to try to push back against him when he pummels me with his aura, making me scream and double over. Sweat coats my skin and I

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