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

Avery’s pov

As I watch him grab his things I could feel the bundle of excitement and nerves run through me with the thought of him and I in an enclosed space alone.

Christian came out of the back room and gave me a slight acknowledging nod which I returned with a smile. Xade had been rude to him, a bit too much. His eyes drift to Xade and then back to me.

“Are you two dating?” He questioned, sitting on the pull up bench.

I paused, completely taken aback by his sudden intrusive question that I didn’t know how to respond to. I could say no, I mean it was the only right answer to say seeing as we were actually not together.

But something in the back of my mind kind of wanted Xade to be the one to respond. He spared Christian an irritated glance. “Yes.”

My heart leaped into my throat and my knees grow weak. “Thought I told you she was taken?” A sleek rise of his eyebrow warned Christian silently to not overstep his boundaries.

But Christian being brave only lifts a shoulder into a shrug. “Thought you were referring to only training her,” he looked over at me, head tilted as he opened the cap of his bottle and bring the opening to his mouth. “You’re too pretty for him.” He winked, chuckling when Xade let out what sounded like-a-warning growl that made my stomach twist and turn.

“Let’s go.” Xade gritted, grabbing the last of his things and practically storming toward the entrance. I quickly follow after him, my tongue still heavy from his words earlier.

bring the car closer.”

be soaked to the bone in seconds. I just nod, butterflies flapping

a mystery that I wanted to crack myself. I knew half of the reason I wanted to train was because I really craved to know him more and be near him, the other half…well those nightmares have rendered me feeling weak

mind but perhaps I’d be able to fight back in my sleep

stood there waiting, listening to the downpour of the rain hitting the gym’s roof. Having my

claim he had

Christian or was he serious? I nervously toyed with

and in a speeding dash, he is in front of me, throwing his hoodie over my head

while he ushers me to the passenger side of the

car, not sparing me a glance which made me frown. I hated that one second he’s so sweet and kind to

out a breath, irritated. “You know,” I started sarcastically. “As far as I now, we

the whiteness of his knuckles as he clenched the steering wheel in a ght grip, his jaw setting hard. Despite his clear tense demeanor, I ontinued. “So why lie and say we

the car grew and it doesn’t help that the pelting of the rain ot louder. It’s deafly quiet,

keeping my eyes only on him. The ain had soaked him to the bone, hair clinging to his forehead and ears, vater