Being Saved By The Alpha

Chapter Fourteen

I really like this chapter, hope you do to :) I've already started on the next chapter, so hopefully the wait will be a little less than 2 weeks.

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Recap:

I chuckle. "We do love you, Mum." I tell her.  

"I know. I love you guys too." She smiles, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. 

I turn my attention back to Rosy.  

She seems so peaceful when she sleeps, less worried about everything she does.  

I rest my head on hers and wait for her to wake up.

(Rosy's POV)

My body feels warmer when I wake up. I'm not as cold as I was when I went to sleep. I sit up straighter, finding myself still tangled in someone's arms. I expect to see Ashton's Mum holding me like when I went to sleep. But when I look up I see Ashton holding me, fast asleep. He's still sitting up, and so am I. I grin. He came back!  

"Ashton!" I cry, throwing my arms around his neck.  

He jumps awake as the force of my hug knocks him back onto the bed with me on top. He laughs as I squeeze the life out of him. "Good afternoon, angel." He murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.  

I giggle as his hair tickles my throat. "Stop it, that tickles!" 

He chuckles, sitting back up and tightening his arms around me. 

"Wait, did you say afternoon?" I ask, frowning in confusion. 

He nods. 

"I slept all day?" 

"Yes, and apparently so did I." He chuckles again. 

"What day is it?" I ask. 

"It's Tuesday." He says.  

I nod, resting my head on his shoulder again.  

"Isn't today the day your Mum always used to brush your hair?" He asks me. 

"You remembered?" I ask, shocked. 

A small smile splays across his lips. "Of course I did." He tells me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

I smile and turn my face into his throat. "Can you do it now instead?" I ask nervously, wondering if he will do it or not. 

Ashton grins. "I would love to." He replies, brushing his fingers down my back over my shirt. I shiver a little, subconsciously. 

Ashton puts his arm under thighs as he stands up. He sets me down on the edge of the bed before walking to his bedside table. He opens the top draw and pulls out Diana's pretty brush again. He moves to sit behind me like last time, with one of his legs on either side of me.  

I lean forwards a little, letting him have better access to my long hair. It's quite tangled.  

Just like last time, he sets the brush down beside my leg and starts untangling the knots in my hair with his fingers. It's very calming. 

"Can you tell me about Diana?" I ask quietly, not wanting to upset him.  

Ashton stiffens behind me, but his body softens when I rest my hand on his knee.  

I wait to see if he will speak or not. 

"Diana was my older sister. She was the spitting image of my Mum, with brown hair and blue eyes, but she was a complete Daddy's girl. She did everything with my Dad, like Amy, whereas I was a Mummy's boy." Ashton starts.