The Alphas rebellious Mate.

chapter 40 "recovery"

Ashley's POV

The first thing I started to feel when my mind started to wake up was the heavy slow breathing in my chest, it felt like something was pressing down on me.

Everything felt so heavy, I could barely twitch my toes or move my fingers, my eyelids felt glued shut. I didn't have the energy to even try and pry them open, everything still felt so fuzzy.

I was tired, I don't know how long I had been asleep, it felt heavier than sleep.

I just laid there, stuck in my own darkness for a while, too tired and heavy to move but not tired enough to sleep again, I wanted to know where I was.

I remembered getting shot, was I dead? No I couldn't be, I wasn't done, I was far from done! I refused to let that be my end. I had to focus on my breathing to remind myself I was alive, the feeling of laying down, probably a bed.

The faint sound of beeping slowly started to become more and more obvious to my ears.

It felt like I was in some kind of bed.

It smells heavily of that comforting mint smell along with the lush forests, that familiar rainy smell lacing the edges that I've grown accustomed to. It helped me relax, I hadn't realised how stiff I felt until then, but it felt good.

The sound of mumbled talking finally seemed to kickstart my brain enough to try and bring myself out of my dark slumber.

Peeling my eyes open the light wasn't too bright, it was a cosy warm dim light, the bed was also extremely plush and cosy. Heavy blankets lay over my body keeping me warm and still, the pillows were hugging my head and keeping me propped up.

A struggled groan left my throat as I slowly regained control of my body, my vision was blurry at first, but it slowly focused again.

"Ashley?..." The voices were muffled but I could hear it repeated multiple times.

I tried to push myself up but a gentle hand on my chest had me laying back down into the comforts of the bed, "don't get up, just relax, you're still recovering, don't try to move too much" the voice was smooth and caring.

The touch sent tingling sparks through my chest, encouraging my body to relax as I stared upwards.

It was Damien over me, he looked tired, hair a mess, stubble on his face and bags under his eyes. But a smile on his face and relief so clear in his eyes, he was here, was he waiting for me to wake up.

"Where am I..." I croaked out, my throat was dry and hoarse, it hurt to talk a little.

Damien quickly moved around me before lifting my head a little and holding a glass to my lips. The cold water was so refreshing it soothed the soreness of my throat.

I basically grabbed at it and started to gulp it down like it was the last drink of my life.

"Slowly, slowly Ash, you'll make yourself sick" Damien insisted with a small smile, I think he was just happy I was drinking water.

I finished the glass and sighed, I finally felt more awake and well, alive, so I managed to look around the room. It was Damien's room, I recognised the bed and the smell, it felt safe, I felt comfortable.

For all of three seconds before everything came rushing back to me like a bursting floodgate.

I shot up to a sitting position and pushed him away, a sudden fury bubbling beneath my skin. "Why am I in your room?" I snapped at him, he seemed stunned for a moment before taking a seat in a chair next to me.

"You being in Damien's bed accelerated your healing, and it put both your mind and Damien's wolf at ease" Dr Willow's voice startled me.

I turned to look at her as she checked the machines that were connected to me. I had an array of drips in my arms and wrists. Some sticky wires attached to my chest and neck, it was a whole hospital get up in his room.