My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) by Demiah13

Xade’s pov

“You’ve had a bad image of me since you were young because I had been too stern and hard with you.” Dad sighed. “But you must understand that was for your own good You boys, you two are my heirs. I needed to make sure you both are strong enough to face the world together.”

I looked away, troubled by the anguish that rolled in his eyes. I had never seen him so distraught and seeing him not trying to hide it, was shocking He was a man who didn’t like when others saw him weak,

sons.

He had always wanted to be a pillar for at burden had been too grand for him to keep

and see times

I opened my mouth to respond but the sound of the creaky dungeon doors made me clamp my mouth shut The guard who had stationed himself further from us to give us a little privacy, walks in to stand just a few steps behind dad who stiffened.

We all knew who entered, we could sense his power. Peter. He came in like a dark knight who is ready to give out bad news. “Alpha Xadeon.” Peter acknowledged with a respectful cut nod of his head.

He was the head second hand, which is why he was the one who sort me out. “Peter.” Dad answered stillly “Is the head-

“He calls to see Xade now.” He interrupted Dad with a blunt look “Nothing you say to him will persuade him to save your son from this punishment.” He warned Dad who clenched his jaw

red. I had never seen him lose control

stiffly. “Beside, no one

you can

give light punishment,” he leans closer to Peter, his alpha aura heavy in the air. Peter doesn’t flinch, however

I uttered, not wanting him to get into trouble too

are a dear friend of mine Peter. But if it comes to my son, I wage war over my blood.” He threatened, shifting away” Peter can open it

the door so

the head orders to kill him, he’ll have an entire pack to deal with. I will go rogue.”

רד

threat Xadeon?” Peter asked stiffly as the

crossing

doors open with an annoying creak and I stepped out. The weight of the looming of my incoming punishment

walking forward. Dad and I followed him closely, Dad’s hand on my shoulder comforting as he squeezed to let me

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was disappointed and angry that I let myself come to this, he was ready to fight to save me All those years of him being too hard

and turns around to stare at me. “Stay composed, stay true and speak with strength.” He

front of me, one so huge it feels as though am just an ant in the room. Peter gripped my

we stepped