Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son
I wanted to 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 use is his leg to me? I didn’t care for his leg, only his damn heart.
Yet for some reason, my eyes kept going back 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 o n the ground, the exertion far too much.
Yet now I got it down.
How will I get it back up there? I was getting more movement, but nowhere near fast enough.
Shaking my head, I decided to figure out that later.
For now, I needed to break a piece off.
This place had n o knives, not even a damn spoon.
It was terrible eating noodles with my fingers last night.
Gritting my teeth, I use the fireplace to help stand before grabbing one side of the antlers and stomping the end, trying to break one of the spikes off.
What felt like forever later, I managed to break off a chunk about the length from my elbow to wrist.
Now to get it back up there, I glanced up at the tiny hook.
As long as he didn’t look too hard at it he wouldn’t notice I broke a piece off.
Yet getting it back on the hook was another mission that left me staggering back to the bed covered in sweat.
I stare at the piece of the antler.
It was pretty blunt, so I definitely could brandish it as a weapon in this state.I would never get enough force behind it while sedated.
Yet it was something, and something was better than nothing, so I tucked it down between the mattress and the headboard.
And just in time because it was only roughly ten minutes later that I heard noise from outside.
I held my breath as the door creaked open.
Carter steps in with a backpack over one shoulder.
He toes off his shoes, stepping out of them and leaving them at the door.
“Did you rest?” he asks as he walks through the cabin to the small kitchen.
He sets some stuff down before rummaging through the bags.
“I need to use the luxury bathroom we have here,” I tell him, and he glances over his shoulder at me.
“I see you are still in a mood,” he states, and I look away.
“How about we go to the stream where you can bathe before the sun goes down? I bought toiletries,” he says.
“Sounds splendid,” I drawl.
“Tone Macey or I will wash your mouth out with soap, so don’t tempt me.I am being nice.I don’t have to be,” he growls, and I swallow nervously.
He was right.
I had to keep the bitch from my tone.
It would d o me no favors here.
“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.
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