Being Saved By The Alpha

Chapter Eight

So so so so sorry about the really long wait! I had no time to right, because the computer was being hogged by my brother... and then it was my birthday on Friday, so I didn't really do much. And then my new iPod hogged my attention, so I barely got anything done...

Anyway..

Enjoy!!

xox

Recap: 

(Ashton's POV) 

My wolf doesn't like being threatened. My eyes narrow. "Why would I ever hurt her?" I growl. 

Jack nods, getting the message. "As long as she's happy I'm happy." He says warily, looking tired. 

"Hey, Jack? What's her full name?" I ask curiously.  

Jack smiles. "She has such a pretty name, she always has." He smiles at a memory. 

I lean forwards, waiting for his answer in anticipation. "Well what is it?" I ask impatiently.  

Jack smiles. "Rosalina."

(Rosy's POV)

I wake up and yawn. I don't know the time, but I feel better.  

Pushing the covers off my feet, I slip my legs off the edge of the bed and stand up. I wobble a lot, since I haven't walked on two legs in... Ten... years.  

I stumble over to the wall, leaning up against it for support. Slowly, I move my way along the wall. My feet don't do what I want. It's strange, only having two legs support you instead of four. My arms are shorter than my legs too, which is strange. But in human form I have shorter arms, that's how humans are. 

When I make it to the bathroom, I take one shaky hand off the wall to open the door. It swings open, almost making me fall over. I scowl at it. 

Awkwardly walking into the en suite, I use the toilet and wash my hands. I splash water on my face, which is hard because my legs are shaking a lot.  

Gripping onto the edge of the sink, I look at my reflection.  

My blonde hair is messy from sleeping and very tangled. It has lots of different colours in it, but is more blonde than anything else. It is kind of frizzy and curly. Mummy always told me I have nice hair.

My eyes look very big on my face, and are very bright and alert. They are an icy blue colour, like the sky on a sunny day. 

My face is heart shaped. My cheeks are red as if I was wearing some of Mummy's make-up. My lips are pink. 

I don't think I look very pretty. 

I look skinny and wild. 

I don't like looking skinny and wild.  

Stumbling back out of the bathroom, I fall onto the bed heavily. My legs are hurting. It feels like I've run a marathon. 

A little frustrated noise comes from me. I don't like being not able to run around. It's kind of boring, actually. 

Someone knocks on the door. My head whips up as I see Ashton and Jack walk in. 

I frown a little. "Why did you knock to come into your own room?" I ask Ashton, confused. 

Jack chuckles at my obliviousness. "It's polite to knock when someone is in a room by themselves, Rosy." He explains.  

"But it's his room." I argue, blinking a few times. 

Ashton watches with amusement in his eyes. 

"Yes, but you were in it by yourself. What if you were asleep or getting changed and someone just barged in without knocking?" Jack asks, his voice calm and not mean.