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.

the bar and with a grunt, sits up. “I have empty spots left if

something tells me that it

which I a more than certain came out like a cringe. “It’s

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

My tongue is heavy and I am too humiliated to find words to respond. So with an awkward cringe, I turn around to leave without saying

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

at the dorm, 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 I

desk, a steaming cup of coffee beside her. Hearing the horrid sounds coming from me, she turns around,

you?” She asked and picked up her cup

plate. 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

and turned around, racing out of the room to

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

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

I notice the color whitening, my

a girl comes out. She cringes, eyeing the sink

the room, not bothering to look back. Now alone, I retched again into

“Sick?”