Mr. Possessive [Undergoing Edits!]

•~•CHAPTER 40•~•

Serafina hasn't caught up yet. She can't accept this loss no matter how obvious it is on the live picture next to us.

I look back to the black and white image to give her another chance to be convinced but she only dismisses the situation as medical idiocy.

"He's my son! He's my heir!" Mason screams back. I look again to my family to hear his voice start breaking. "He's mine..."

Faith's face softens as she looks at my mate. From deep within I feel the disgusting burn of possessiveness but I just don't have it in time to act upon the instinct.

"Mason he's not..." she sighs, tears taking familiar paths down her reddened cheeks. "It's not over Mason. You guys still have a pup...she's going to need you guys. It's not over..."

Mason looks towards the bed but his eyes avoid mine. He can't look at me. This is my fault. This is all my fault.

"I-" I want to console him. I want to be strong for him. I want him to give me his love right now because...oh god do I need it. I need him to still want me because one of us has to and it's not me right now. "Mason...I-I didn't..." I cant get out full sentences when he won't even look at me. How am I supposed to fix anything if I've already lost him? I can't do this without him- I can't do the pregnancy or mom thing, I can't move past the death of my child, I can't live without him. He's the only thing holding any of me together right now. He's the only reason I will even try to fight... he just has to want me. He has to want me to fight and want me enough to hold me together... and I just don't think he does.

**Faith's POV**

I hate him right now. I hate him for what he's doing. I get that he's sad and hurt. I can understand why he feels this need to close himself off. But he can't from her.

She's the only other one who can understand the depth of grieve he's feeling. It hurts. Fuck it hurts so much. That was my nephew. And it's my fault he's dead. If I hadn't have gotten captured, none of this would have happened...but Mason doesn't see it that way. Mason can't see past the fact that it was Sage who ran to the murder. He can't look at her and for that I hate him.

Sage deserves better than a mate who can't be there at the lowest point in her life. And trust me when I say she's had plenty low points...none of them compare to the devastation she's going through right now.

I can see the deterioration in her already and it's only been a week since the appointment. Her cheeks are sunk in and the bags under her eyes are prominent despite the amount of time she spends in bed. Her body hasn't even properly healed since the beating she took because she's malnourished, only now it's by her own free will.

But her mate doesn't seem to notice. Hell, how could he? He's managed to avoid her almost completely, mostly opting to stay in his fighting form in the woods.

She needs him though if she's even going to stand a chance of getting over this.

**Mason's POV**

I stand over her every night, watching her sink further into her depression. Her screams come from nightmares which always yank her roughly from any amount of peace unconsciousness may bring her. And yet I just don't have it in me to comfort her right now.

She's my mate and I love her. I love her so fucking much it may kill me. Because even though I have loved her with every fiber of my being, she still ran from me on a suicide mission. She put herself at risk, and more than that she put the lives of our children in danger. She knew the possibilities of death when she went barreling into another territory where her abusive ex was just waiting, and yet she didn't give our future a second thought.