Mr. Possessive [Undergoing Edits!]

•~•CHAPTER 40•~•

So how can I willingly choose to give myself to a woman who chose such a fate? How can I give myself to her completely again when she is so reckless and impulsive...when she is so unrealistic and selfish.

My thoughts irk my wolf who growls to protect her from my mind but what can he do? She ruined my image of her...

I'm so lost in my own mind that I don't notice her sitting up in bed. I've never let her catch me here despite how long it's been going on. But now her eyes are trained on me, all red and puffy from her endless stream of tears. Light floods over her from the lamp on her bedside table- she won't sleep without it on.

"You promised me," she suddenly says into the silence between us. Her voice cracks as a new round of quiet sobs shakes her body that has become increasingly more fragile over the weeks. 3 weeks, that is, since we heard and yet I immediately know what she's talking about.

I don't respond to her but I'm glad I'm in wolf form. If I weren't I'm sure the sound of her shattered voice would bring me to my knees- hurt and angry or not, she's my mate and every instinct in my body is screaming at me to go to her. My body tenses with the restraint to the point of pain.

"How could you leave me, Mason?" She whimpers and I have to look away from her piercing eyes to keep myself from running to her. My claws dig into the hardwood floors as an extra anchor. If I break, we will be right back where we were a little over a month ago where I was puddy at her feet. I need to be an alpha now. I was a slave to her every need for too long.

"Talk to me!" She suddenly screams. My head snaps back to her at the volume she used. She's standing now, her fists clenched at her sides and her face hardened into a brutal glare. If she didn't look so malnourished and exhausted, she may have even been intimidating.

Nonetheless, I shift back to my skin side in front of her. She can't talk to me like that anymore either.

Her eyes widen slightly like she didn't expect me to give her any response.

"You promised me that you wouldn't go running back to him," I snarl at her, unfazed by her wandering gaze.

"I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't just protecting my sister! You didn't seem to care that she was going to be raped and beat and killed! Someone had to!" She screams back at me. "I had to be a sister!"

"No Sage! You were supposed to be his mom! You were supposed to protect him!" My eyes go to her stomach where our daughter resides. Our son is no longer lingering in her- the doctor preformed a c-section to get him out before any toxins he could release could harm our daughter.

"I didn't know!" Her voice is hysterical, increasing in pitch the more she vocalizes. "I didn't know he'd die!"

"I did, Sage! I did! And I told you he would. I warned you! I reminded you multiple times! You knew exactly what you were doing when you ran away!" I've moved closer to her without noticing. The pull is there, bringing us together despite the anger we both feel towards one another.

Her glare falls when her composure breaks. She tries to hold it in but it just causes her to choke on the sob.

"I can't... I can't do this!" She cries through her sobs.

Her nearness drains a lot of the heat from my anger until I just feel weak in her presence.

I slowly pull her into my chest, giving into the bond for just a second...