Taming Of The Beast - 10. Chapter 10

The pain rippled tenfold just as he had thought the worst was behind him, the pain he had felt ever since the departure of Bastian. He couldn’t imagine the torture the other man felt but he knew he had a pretty good idea, he had been acting strong lately strong for himself so he wouldn’t break. He didn’t want anyone to worry about him, about his health but that hadn’t stopped his family and friends from asking about it. He could feel their concerns but he didn’t know where to start. He wanted to go to Bastian, he wanted to fix this so both of them wouldn’t feel this kind of…this kind of abandonment.

He closed his eyes but images of Bastian assaulted his mind, he couldn’t get him out of his mind and that had been the problem every night, day and night. He hadn’t felt the same ever since….ever since…he couldn’t even say it without feeling the guilt. The guilt of not having pushed the idea, of not having convinced his mate into letting him go with him. Perhaps they both would have avoided what they were going through. They would have been both happier in each other’ presence instead of this kind of crippling pain.

He could hear the door open but he was far too gone to look at the intruder but he could still use his sense of his smell, he could feel his body burning up like he was in a furnace but he chose to focus more on the intruder, he inhaled deeply trying to gain control but he seemed to getting in and out of it. Judging by the scent he knew it was his mother. He could smell her tears and worry as she sat on the bed beside him taking his hand in hers.

He could feel her trembling beside him, her sniffles filling in the room. He wished he could gain control of himself but whenever he tried, he failed miserably so he just gave in to the pain. His body started to burn all over again but suddenly he felt a cold sensation on his forehead and immediately he felt grateful towards his mother. She had always known how to care of him, how to ease his pain. He felt another pang of guilt at how this had been affecting his parents; he couldn’t properly concentrate a lot without feeling like he wasn’t in pain. He knew his father had been thinking of calling the Royal family and inquire about their son but he was grateful that he hadn’t yet done it.

He felt the cold towel removed and another put in the others place. Mason could feel his claws itching to come out accompanied by his fangs but he restrained them, he may have been in pain but he could still at least control some sort of part of him. His eyes were another matter completely, he let out a loud growl.

This made him remember the times his mate had been injured, where he could feel everything every time he was hurt he could feel it like it was happening to him. Just before Bastian had been rushed to his home for assistance that night, he knew. He had never really paid much attention whenever it had happened, whenever he couldn’t see how this kept on happening to him but he had taken it as something that would eventually pass but no such luck for him.

He could hear mumblings but every time he tried to concentrate it seemed a disaster, he let out a frustrated growl that seemed to make the mumblings pause but only for a moment.

“…right?” the voice crept up on him again.

He hadn’t heard the entire conversation so he sighed defeated at the thought. When would this torture end? When would he return to normal?

The voice came again this time more concerned “It’ll be alright, love”

He wanted to deny any notion of him ever being okay after this, he wanted it all just to end better yet he wanted Bastian. He needed him like he needed water. He had spoken to his mate through Skype and text followed by phone calls but he knew both of them yearned to see the other without the notion of technology; the inability to touch, to scent and to assure their true presence. After what seemed to be a lifetime of torture and pain, his eyes finally felt the heaviness of sleep beckoning him forward. He couldn’t fight it even if he tried; he finally gave in to the sleep that he had so yearned for hours ago.

He could feel someone next to him as he tried to come back to the land of the living; he tried to open his eyes over and over again but to no avail until finally, he succeeded. He turned his head to face his mother’ sleeping form which made him remembers what he had gone through the previous night. His mother curled up beside him unable to leave her child to suffer alone, he smiled only slightly afraid he’d hurt himself if he tried further.

“Mom?” He smiled as he watched her.

He watched as she made no move of waking up, he smiled as he finally tried to move his entire body to make sure he could move. He sat up looking around his room. He let out a sigh of relief as he swung his legs out of the bed and onto the floor. He stretched finally walking out into his bathroom, he needed to look at himself, taking a shower and then think of a way to go find his mate. They could finish the remainder of Bastian’ mission together with the others as long as they were together. He couldn’t handle being apart from him any longer; he couldn’t handle being so far and yet feeling the pain. After he finished he looked at himself in the mirror careful not to wake his mother up. He knew she had slept late looking after him. He fixed the covers around her before walking quietly outside shutting the door carefully.

As he walked into the kitchen he saw his father seated already eating breakfast, he glanced up at him with a smile. A relieved smile Mason figured. He had smelled his father’ scent in the room with him but he had gone after his mother had talked him into him leaving for bed as he had an important pack meeting.

“She’s sleeping so I didn’t wake her” Mason informed his father “Good morning, dad”

The Alpha nodded “Morning, son. She stayed up with you throughout everything. She was worried. We both were”

“I know.” He looked at his father with a seriousness not knowing how to breach the subject with him. He was the next Alpha, he had so much to learn but he needed his mate first. He only hoped he would understand “Dad ―”

His father simply smiled at him before he nodded in understanding “You want to go to him”

Mason sighed “I have to.”