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.

frowning as my fingers shook up to touch my neck. It felt so

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

I toss the sheets off my body and get off the bed. Melissa eyes me. “No, you hadn’t. Just

my sweaty hair off my face. “Where are you going?” She asked as she looked at me throwing on

some cool

a few minutes left until it ends. Melissa nods. “We can go to the

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

getting off my bed. “It’s fine. I have

hoodie, ignoring her as I slipped on my shoes. Then her next words made me

hers, my stomach tightening. She grinned. “Looks like I

anymore. I looked at the floor, my fingers pinching the lace of the shoes.

and looked over at her blankly. “You did. And I’m not surprised. Guys tend to go

will be satisfied with one dick at

extremely rude, and had just called her a whore basically. I can already hear the moral

*inward eye roll*

and there was no sugarcoating it. Besides I am angry right now, and jealous so I get a

must look weird, especially with

sign sticking on the wooden door was an old, barely visible

me to stay away from him. And I should. I really should. I