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

remember it when I

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

finished, her lips tightening

I can’t even help you figure this out. But I think it’s just a nightmare,” she shrugged. “I on’t know, it just

and kicked the sheets

I can’t help but feel as if a huge chunk of my memories were missing. Things were…foggy. Melissa

the class I’ll have in an hour. “Hey, to de-fog our memories how about we go to that party some college kids are throwing tonight? It will be fun and probably get

as if this person staring back at me wasn’t me at all. Why does it feel as though

lips. Parties were not

going, if you’re tagging along tell me

I was done I took my book bag and told Melissa goodbye and raced to the

as I near the seat I am very aware of the tingles that races on

powerful now. And then I saw him, seated just behind the empty seat I