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

Avery’s pov

It has been three days since I’ve been visiting the gym to see if Xade would finally show up and explain to me why he stood me up.

But every single time, he was a no show.

“Do you know when he’ll be here?” I asked Christian who was lifting weights, and another guy spotting him. They both looked at me and Christian let out a snort.

“He’s your boyfriend,” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to know his whereabouts?”

My stomach flips oddly in anxiety and my cheeks heat up. “We’re not-

I stopped, sighing and grabbed my things. What use is there to tell him that Xade and I were not really together? I must look like a bigger fool too for coming here after him like a puppy without a leash.

Was I so desperate to see him?

It’s six thirty a.m, early. And I got here at six. Hoping he’d finally show up today despite us not setting a schedule for today at all.

The desperation to see him, smell him, and be near him was clawing at my insides even though I should be more angry at him more than anything.

I turn around to head to the door, but stop when Christian called out to me. “Wait.”

I turn.

a grunt, sits up. “I

to learn boxing, something tells me that

I a more than certain came out like a cringe.

if I were you,” he smirked. “I’d not waste my time on Xade. You’re not the first girl to come here

heavy and I am too humiliated to find words to

with determination that I would not come back here for Xade again. It’s clear that he doesn’t want

I’m just stepping into the room when the smell of coffee reaches my nose. I’ve always loved the smell of coffee, but suddenly, it turns my belly and

beside her. Hearing the horrid sounds coming

you?” She asked and picked up

There are about five scorns on the white glass plate, and the sight somehow turns my belly even more, I shook my head, swallowing, and peeled my hand off my lips. Worse mistake because now the nausea just

around, racing out of the room to the communal bathroom down the

time, gagging and retching painfully. My fingers grip the counter, gasping as I throw up into the sink bowl. The air stenches quickly of vomit and the chlorine water as I opened the faucet

staring at my reflection. I don’t understand why I am suddenly sick. The smell

notice the color whitening, my face

girl comes out. She cringes, eyeing the sink

not feeling okay at all. She hums and leaves the room,

“Sick?”