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

Avery’s pov

There’s a Godawful noise ringing in my head, forcing me to move out of my sleep. My cars make a pinging irritating sound and the ache in my temples grows even more.

It’s been doing that for three days now. “Melissa!” I hissed, grabbing my pillow and throwing it over my head in a way to drown out the noise. It does nothing.

“Sorry,” Melissa laughed, her footsteps quick yet light as she ran across the floor to her phone on the bed. She puts the music off. “I wasn’t playing it loud, to be honest, your eardrums are just sensitive.”

I let out a breath and turned around on my back, pushing out some air out of my lips. “I think I’ll go to the doctor to have this headache get checked out,” I mumbled. “It’s been three days now and it shows no signs of easing.”

Melissa walks over to her dresser and picks up the hairbrush. “Me too,” her brows furrowed. “Come to think of it, everyone’s complaining about a headache for days now. Must be something in the air or a stomach bug.”

I frowned. “It would suck to be sick right now,” I roll on my stomach and stare at her, my brows tightening into a contemplating furrow. “I had that nightmare again last night.”

Melissa places the brush on the surface of the dresser and walks over to me, settles down beside me and stares down at me with concern. “The same one where a guy has his fingers around your neck and choking you?”

I nod, lifting my fingers to my neck and grazing the skin. There are fading marks there, so fade that one won’t really recognize them. But I am not sure how they got here… The nightmare…it felt all too real.

Had it happened?

harsh. He kept saying a name. But,” my brows joined as I furrowed them.

can never remember it when I wake

flicked my eyes to hers. “Like I could feel his fingers around my neck Mel, the pressure of

Melissa finished, her lips tightening

out. But I think it’s just a nightmare,” she shrugged. “I on’t know, it just feels like

and kicked the sheets

but feel as if a huge chunk of my memories were missing.

an hour. “Hey, to de-fog our memories how about we

the towel from my hair, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Something was off. It feels as if this person staring back at

my lips. Parties were not really my thing. “I’ll think

shrugged. “I’m going, if you’re tagging along tell

my book bag and

as I near the seat I

powerful now. And then I saw him, seated just behind the empty seat I am heading for. His blue eyes are