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

Avery’s pov

Fingers dig into my neck, the pressure causing me to wince. There was a weight on top of me, hot breath against my skin and I gagged. I can’t see who, but I can feel the assault.

I reach up, crying as I try to grasp the invisible hand choking me. But I’m grasping air and I can’t get a good grip on anything other than my own skin.

My mind goes hazy and the air in my lungs feels trapped.

“Please,” I try to cry out but a sudden pressure pushes against my mouth, sealing my words inside my mouth.

“Avery!”

“Avery!”

I gasped out of the dream, my heart thrumming against my chest. It’s painful and even pulling air into my lungs seems as if it is a chore. My hands shook, clutching the sheets as if it was my anchor back to reality.

I can hear my name being called again, and flinched when hands grasp my shoulders. “Avery!”

Melissa. Her loud screech pulled me out of the fog that grazed my vision and I blinked, surprised to see her hovering over me concerned. It’s been two days since the boxing match and Melissa had been giving me to cold shoulder when she noticed Xade coming out of the bathroom after me.

So seeing her concerned for me right now was a bit startling. “I think you were having that nightmare again. You were crying and thrashing about.” She sighed, pulling back to sit at the edge of the bed.

sheets under me because of my sweat. I shifted, frowning as my fingers shook up to touch my neck. It

you?” My voice croaked and I cleared it, looking around the room.

am supposed to already be in class. But I had no intentions of going to class right now. I just needed some fresh air. I toss the sheets off my body and get off the bed. Melissa eyes

I nod, moving my sweaty hair off my face. “Where are you

shrugged. “Need some

sense to go to class anyway, not when there were only a few minutes left

a glance and smiled to ease the awkwardness. “I just want to get my thoughts

have to

I slipped on my shoes. Then her next words made me freeze. “I got a date with

my stomach tightening. She grinned.

lace of the shoes. I want to throttle her. Many scenarios with me strangling her flutter in my head like a

Guys tend to go for casier ones anyway.” I straightened, not

with one dick at

and had just called her a whore basically. I can already hear the moral police, those who modernized sluts, chewing down

*inward eye roll*

it. Besides I am angry right now, and jealous so I get a

like hours. I must look weird, especially with the state of

sticking on the wooden door was an old, barely visible paper with GYM written on it. My belly does odd flips. I’m not sure why I am here. Why I even thought this was a good

me to stay away from him. And I should.