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

Chapter 135

Macey POV

The following morning, I woke to a pinch in my neck. I had hardly slept all night as I fought the urge, yet my attempts to stay awake were unsuccessful, exhaustion eventually taking me.

“Shh, my love, it is just a sedative,” Carter murmured as he pulled the syringe from my neck. My fingertips touched the spot. He had handcuffed me to him during the night. I had tried to shift out of my restraints, yet he pounced on me before I even made it a step from the bed. Which earned me the handcuffs for my efforts. He had also drugged me the moment he wrestled me back into the restraints. I had cursed myself all night. I should have held out longer, earned his trust. All night I had stared at the ceiling completely paralyzed.

Panic coursed through me as he stabbed me again, this time. “It’s just precaution. This won’t paralyze you completely, just stop you from shifting mostly and is more of a muscle relaxant. My father’s invention, shitty man, but a smart one,” he says.

There was so much I could say about his father’s intelligence, or lack thereof. Yet I held my tongue.

Carter waited for the drug to start taking effect, watching me as he got changed as my limbs became heavy, yet I still had feeling in them. He sets a bucket by the bed and my brows furrow. 1

“In case you need to use the bathroom. It should start to wear off just before I get back,” he says. I growled at him, disgusted that he would even think I would use it. If that fucker thinks I am using that, he is surely mistaken. I would rather shit my pants and watch him clean me with no working water here. Pay back for keeping me locked up like a dog.

thick in my mouth, so I smile at him, cursing him to the goddess. He leans over the bed

flourished A:[pL6PU got excited from any form of attention. All I know is when I meet her in the afterlife,

and are punished with death unless you're an Alpha and pack tethered. What a crock

because tonight we complete the mate bond,” he tells me, brushing his knuckles

that, but if not I will make you submit, ” he says, and I turn back to look at him. He growls at me, forcing his aura out to show he is perfectly capable of what he threatened. “Choose wisely Macey, sometimes it is better to give in,” he says before

a way out of these restraints, I am shitting myself. Let’s see how

I found even lifting my head difficult, yet I could move, so that was something as I rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a hard thump and I groaned. The floor was harder than it looked, or maybe it was because I felt like dead weight. Yet

break the thick chain, and then what? Should I try to roll my way out of here or army crawl? I would be lucky to make it off the porch. I stare at the plastic bucket before growling

that took way too much effort for such a small movement. Minutes passed as I looked around the room before resting my head back on the bedside table, the angle making me stare off at the

her in last night and kissed

what they were off and if the poor creature suffered. I was running out of time and he would be back soon and I was no

go home, back to my daughter and back to my idiot boyfriend who thinks I don’t want him because he had a bad leg. Fool of a man, what

to those hideous antlers. I blink, my senses coming to me after my little pity party. Chewing my lip, I wondered how much time I wasted being a sook. How much longer did I have left? I wasn't sure, but I had to try. So, with every bit of strength I had, I pulled myself to my feet. My legs were feeling a little better though the pins and needles feeling made each step agony, my muscles locking up, not wanting to cooperate. I stagger to the fireplace, gripping the mantle to hold myself up. I reach one arm up and tug on the antlers, trying to unhook the damn thing from the wall. When I managed it, I wasn’t expecting the weight, and it crashed to the ground with a loud a bang. I collapse on the ground, the exertion far too much. Yet now I got it down. How will I get it