Mr. Possessive [Undergoing Edits!]

•~• CHAPTER 39•~•

"What happens if it's bad news?" I whisper, trying one last time to make him leave it alone.

'Then we'll get through it. Together, my Luna. But I have to know...and you need to know to. It's okay to be scared baby, but this is too important to put off for later.'

My chest feels tight and my vision is blurring from tears but I nod my head for my mate. It's all for my mate.

**Faith's POV**

Carver's chest expands, again lifting me slightly as it has with each of his inhales. His skin is hot against mine but I don't mind enough to leave.

His face is so peaceful in sleep. The worry he holds throughout the day is erased to be replaced with innocence...well mostly innocence. Having a girl wrapped around him all night doesn't exactly scream virtue.

My fingers trace random patterns on his bare chest to occupy myself. I don't want to wake him but I have been awake for almost an hour already.

His arm tightens around me, pulling me more onto his chest before he starts groaning.

"Why are you already awake?" He grumbles our sleepily, his voice husky from lack of use.

I giggle slightly, kissing his neck as I do. "It's past noon... and I didn't run patrol until four in the morning last night."

He glances down at me with a tired smile before dropping his head back down onto the pillow.

"I'm happy for you," he replies sarcastically.

"Yeah sleeping early was great. And I had the whole bed to myself. I was in such a deep sleep only like an hour into your shift, let alone the other 4 hours-" he cuts off my playful bragging by flipping us in one quick motion so that he's hovering over me and his fingers attack my sides until I'm literally screaming for him to stop tickling me.

His booming laugh overpowers my girlish squeals in the space of his bedroom and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

Finally he collapses next to me, continuing to laugh hysterically. I take in deep lungfuls to try and compensate for the loss I suffered during his attack.

"Aww my baby is so ticklish," he coos, leaning up on his elbow to look down at me. My face is flushed and the blush only deepens under his stare. His smile slowly lowers as his eyes find my lips.

The room gets quieter as he leans closer to me, and I can feel my breath hitch in my throat.

"Is this okay, Faith?" He breaths, still leaning in.

I make eye contact with him, my lips parting in preparation for what he is offering.

"Yes," I reply after a few beats of silence, my voice even more airy than his.

He uses the hand not supporting his weight to cup my cheek. Slowly, he closes the gap between our lips instantly filling me with a warmth I've never felt before.

My lips mold to his as I try to follow his lead, given that I have no clue what I'm doing.

Our kiss is broken by banging on the door that makes me jump. A growl grumbles at the back of his throat as he sits up to glare at the door with darkened eyes.

"Who is it?"

"Is my sister dressed?" Sage's voice filters through the door, an obvious cringe to her words.

"What makes you think I even have her?" He answers after leaning back down to wrap me in his arms. He leaves small kisses across my shoulder and neck as we wait for her answer.

"Carver, I can smell her you imbecile. Are you decent enough for me to enter?" She groans.

"Come in Sage," I giggle, trying futilely to get myself out of his hold. He playfully tightens his arms the more I struggle, only adding fuel to my laughter.

When I look over towards the door, I see Sage with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes are off though- unfocused and...broken. The look shocks me back into sister mode and I tap on Carver's arms to get him to release me.

When I stand from the bed, Sage's eyes finally connect with mine again.

"You okay, sis?" I ask sincerely.

She shrugs. "I just need you right now, please."

She looks frailer since we got back- so much more like she was before Mason came along and brought her to life.

She needs something. Something I can't give her. Something not even her mate can give her now.

She needs that baby. She needs to know that she didn't send herself into a battle that killed her future. She needs to not have that guilt and blame.

My big sister is strong. She is the strongest person I know for surviving all that she has and still coming out the other side as gracious and beautiful as ever. But this... this will break her.

Everyone told her not to go. They told her that she and her baby were too important... but by her own plans she still risked their lives. And if that baby didn't survive... if that baby didn't survive then that will mean that she failed to protect her pup. She failed.

Or at least that's how she will see it.

And I know my sister can't handle that much guilt. I know she can't move on from this death.

I couldn't either if I were her. This will be one of the hardest things she will ever face if it's true.

God please let it not be true.