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

lose control like that before. Peter straightened, aware that an alpha is

my control,” he said stiffly. “Beside, no one knows what the punishment will be, the

you can

leans closer to Peter, his alpha aura heavy in the air. Peter doesn’t flinch, however he is alarmed and

not wanting him to get into trouble too for

setting his gaze back on Peter. “You are a dear friend of mine Peter. But if it comes to my son,

the door so

to deal with. I will go rogue.” Dad warned with sincerity

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threat Xadeon?” Peter asked stiffly as

crossing over his chest. “That’s

him a curt understanding nod. The cell doors open with an annoying creak and

closely, Dad’s hand on my shoulder comforting as he

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let myself come to this, he was ready to fight to save me All those years

walking. Peter stood before it and turns around to stare

as though am just an ant in the room. Peter gripped my arm and pulls me beside him.

as we stepped