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.

puts the weights back on the bar and with a grunt, sits up. “I

as I want to learn boxing, something tells me that it would be

I a more than certain came out like a cringe.

his water bottle. “Suit yourself. But if I were you,” he smirked. “I’d not waste my

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

out of the building, with determination that I would not come back here for Xade again. It’s clear that he doesn’t want to see me and though it hurts, pains more than I wish it hadn’t,

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 I

her. Hearing the horrid sounds coming from me, she turns around,

with you?” She asked and picked up

plate, and the sight somehow turns my belly even more, I shook

drop my bag to the floor and turned around, racing out of the room to the communal bathroom down the

into the sink bowl. The air stenches quickly of vomit

the edge of the counter as I gagged. My eyes flick up to the mirror, staring at my reflection. I don’t understand why I am suddenly sick. The smell of

whitening, my face e flushing off

out. She

despite not feeling okay at all. She hums and leaves the room, not bothering to look back. Now alone, I retched again

“Sick?”