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.

grunt, sits

learn boxing, something tells

a more than certain came out like

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

cheeks feeling so hot. My tongue is heavy and I am too humiliated to find words to respond. So with an awkward

that he doesn’t want to see me and though it hurts, pains more than I wish it

dorm, I’m just stepping into the room when the smell of coffee reaches my nose. I’ve always loved the smell

is sitting at her desk, a steaming cup of coffee beside her. Hearing

asked and

sight somehow turns my belly even more, I

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

the sink in 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

I gagged. My eyes flick up to the mirror, staring at my reflection. I don’t understand why I am suddenly

and I notice the color whitening, my face e flushing off

out. She cringes, eyeing the sink

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

“Sick?”