Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 136

"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.

Carter sighs loudly above me before crouching down next to the bag.

"You hold my hand then and I won’t cuff you," he says.

"Deal?" he says.

At least I won't be handcuffed, so I nod my 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 sat down.

The water wasn’t that deep and even sitting only came up to his chest.

I sit next to him, my hand still in his when he pulls me in his lap.

Instead of becoming angry and trying to shove him away, I allow it; hoping to gain a little trust.

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

Carter takes the shampoo that was tucked in under my arm.

"Since I am sitting on you can I at least have my hand back?"

"Will you run?" I shake my head and he lets 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.

He 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 there awkwardly.

"I won’t hurt you 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 growl at him, clutching the front and losing the soap.

"Almost lost it," Carter says, producing the soap I dropped.

He tugs on my arm, covering myself.

"You have nothing to be shy about," he says, and I fight the urge to tell him to go fuck himself.

Carter tosses m y bra to the grass beside the river and before insisting on washing me.