Being Saved By The Alpha

Chapter Seven

Ok, I'm not going to apologize for the long wait because I always seem to be uploading late :\ I don't necessarily like the wait, but I try to get it done as quick as I can for you guys :)

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I think this one is kinda shorter than the others ones, but I don't know... o.O

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Recap: 

(Ashton's POV) 

"Beautiful." I mumble, looking away from them both.  

Amy's jaw drops- again. "...Ok, my brother did not just say that." She says, completely in denial.  

Even Jack is looking at me shocked.  

The situation becomes very awkward. I fidget uncomfortably. 

"Why do you think my sister is beautiful?" Jack finally breaks the silence. 

"Because she is." Is my quick answer. 

God. 

This is so awkward.

(Rosy's POV)

With a startled little cry I bolt upright in Ashton's comfy bed. My heart is pounding so loud I can hear it, and I can feel that my eyes are wide. There is a thin sheen of sweat on my forehead. 

I was having a nightmare, but I can't remember what it was about. 

All I can remember was that I was in a house, and it was on fire. I can still hear the blood curdling screams of the people being burned alive from inside the home. Their screams echo all around my head, burning their sounds into my brain.  

The screams sound eerily familiar, which makes it all the more real. 

Tears form at the edges of my eyes as a loud, scared whimper comes from my mouth. I bring my knees up to my chest as I sit on the edge of the bed, accidentally dragging the covers onto my knees with me. 

I put my forehead against my knees like I used to when I got frustrated or overwhelmed.  

I hear the door get thrown open then slam shut right before something warm wraps around my tiny body. Something warm cocoons around me, making me feel very boxed in but in a nice, comforting way. 

The same sparks I felt before are back, which makes me believe that it is Ashton holding me again. I had felt them last time he comforted me, but I just ignored them. They are stronger now, though. 

I turn my face into his chest, crying. I don't like the sound of people screaming stuck in my head. I don't like seeing raging fires every time I close my eyes. It's horrible.  

"It's alright, Rosy. Shh..." His breath washes into my ear, his voice quiet and comforting.  

I whimper, a frightened sound. 

He sighs. "Want to talk about it?" He offers. 

I shake my head, crushing my face into his chest. His addictive scent, a fresh forest-like scent, fills my nose and clouds my mind. He smells nice, I decide.  

With a frustrated sigh, I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. He has this aura of comfort around him, making me feel at ease with him.  

I feel him breathing on my neck softly as his head finds its way through my hair to rest on my shoulder. He hugs me tighter.