Page 113 of Alpha's Redemption

I growl and fold my arms.

“Macey!” he snaps, and I glare daggers at him. Carter sighs and glances around at the river that flows 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, rummage through it, and pull 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?”

At least I won’t be handcuffed. 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. I don’t remove my bra and underwear.

He offers me his hand and leads me to the river before walking into the water. I follow and he sits down. The water isn’t that deep, and even sitting, it only comes up to his chest. I sit next to him, my hand still in his when he pulls me into 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 under my arm.

“Since I’m 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 my thighs. He washes my hair and rinses it out while I sit there awkwardly.

“I won’t hurt you, Macey, relax,” he says. Won’t hurt me, but making me submit doesn’t fall into that category?

When he unclasps my bra, however, 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. He tosses my bra to the grass beside the river before insisting on washing me. Despite me not wanting him to, I have to admit I love the feel of his hands on my body. The bond makes his touch pleasurable, sensual, yet I do my best to ignore it. All too soon, though, we head back to the cabin. Carter lets me walk but keeps a strong grip on my hand, as if he thinks I’ll run. Though I know that would be a stupid thing on my part.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says, tucking me under his arm as we climb the last incline to the cabin. The sun is going down now, and I look out above all the trees—no one would hear me scream, no one would know I’m out here if he killed me, there’s no place to run to, and I’m not even sure where I am.

Carter leads me back inside before chaining me back to the damn bed. I move to the front of the fireplace, trying to warm up. The temperature has significantly dropped, and this thin nightdress is hardly warm. Carter, noticing me shivering, grabs the blanket from the bed and drapes it over me before going to the kitchen. He returns with a block of chocolate. I blink at him; yep, chocolate will really take my mind off being kidnapped, held against my will, marked, and all the other shit he’s done.

“Thanks,” I tell him, trying to muster as much excitement as possible. He chuffs before going to cook dinner. Tonight's dinner consists of Irish stew in the can, though it tastes better than the noodles and is more filling.

As darkness swallows the place, my nervousness amps up exponentially and I can see he’s getting impatient with my excuses of saying ‘I’m warmer by the fire’ or the constant ‘I need to pee’. He even went so far as not allowing me water after the third time of claiming I needed to pee.

“Macey,” Carter says, patting the bed. I open my mouth.

“I know you’re 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 from him. “One,” he snarls, and I look at him.

“My patience is running very thin, Macey,” he growls, and I feel his aura slip out. The hair on my body stands on end but I’m not completely defenseless against it now he’s marked me. Nevertheless, it still hurts like a bitch.

“Two,” he growls, forcing the crushing pain down on me. I grit my teeth, trying to feel for my own nonexistent aura in an attempt to push back against him when he pummels me with his aura, making me scream and double over. Sweat coats my skin and I glare at him.

“Your choice, Macey. Get here or find out what happens next, but it won’t be pleasant. You will submit to me. You have been rogue for too long and are no match for me yet,” he snaps, and his eyes flicker to the monster that lives inside him. Carter growls and goes to get up when I raise my hand.

“Fine, fine,” I tell him, and he drops his aura while I catch my breath. I finally climb to my feet and make my way over to the bed. The entire time, he watches me as if he’s getting ready to strike the moment I make a move wrong. The moment I’m close enough, he reaches over and yanks me onto the bed.

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” he purrs before kissing me. His kiss is gentle, his touch is gentle, yet my skin crawls and he growls. I can feel his frustration through the bond.

“Why are you being difficult? We are mates, Macey, it is inevitable,” he purrs, nipping at my chin and working his way to my mark. He sucks on it and tingles flood my body, and an involuntary moan escapes my lips.

“I know you hate me, but we can get past that,” he says.

“I can’t have kids,” I blurt. I don’t know why I blurted it, maybe hoping he would run like every other man, yet all he does is look down at me.

“I’m aware, and I don’t care. You are my mate.”

“You don’t care that I can’t give you an heir?” I ask, a little shocked.

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