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 wildly up my ribcage as I watch him run toward

was confusing, a mystery that I wanted to crack myself. I knew half of the reason I wanted to

not only ease my mind but perhaps I’d be able to fight back in my

stood there waiting, listening to the downpour of the rain hitting the gym’s roof. Having my thoughts to myself wasn’t good, now that I had

claim he had

was he serious? I nervously toyed with

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

ushers me to the passenger side of the car. He opens the door for

me a glance which made me frown. I hated that

a breath, irritated. “You know,” I started sarcastically. “As far as I now, we aren’t a

the steering wheel in a ght grip, his jaw

ot louder. It’s deafly quiet, and the tension was slowly crawling in my roat and

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