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

Avery’s pov

My head throbbed with pain and it didn’t help that my vision was blurred. I squint, hissing low when the sharp pain in my temples makes me feel nauseous.

I slowly move off the bed, kneeling on the cold floor. I stared at the scattered contents on the floor, drawing closer to the box so I could read it scattered contents on the flo properly.

It’s bold and clear and I am very sure that it does say Plan B. I grab it and frowned as I studied it. I have no recollection of how it got here or why it was here. It was unopened. Had Melissa put it in here?

My thoughts raced, clouding my mind and feeding the raging headache currently tormenting me. I groaned, fixing the draw and putting the box back in there unsure if to get rid of it or not. With a sigh, I struggle to get back to my feet.

The torture of hunger, especially hunger for raw meat pained me until my stomach grumble restlessly and my headache did nothing to help. I gripped the edge of the bed and practically throw myself on the sheets, gripping it as I whimper in pain.

I had never suffered a massive migraine like this before. This was too painful to be normal. It felt like I had claws inside my head, scrapping at my skull.

I should have gone to the doctor when I had the chance. Instead, I had dismissed this unusual sickness as nothing but a bug. What if it wasn’t just a bug?

I moaned in the sheets, the sweat on my skin practically drenching them under me. The room is darkening which means I’ve been writhing in pain for long.

Yet I can’t find the strength in me to turn the light on or crawl higher to grab my phone. Instead, I am trembling, sweaty and in pain, curled up into a ball in the middle of the bed.

I could fight this and reach for my phone and call for help. But I had no strength in me and the tremors in my body only grew worse.

random flashes dart through my head like a hurricane.

none and figure

hot flashes turn to images, and memories. Memories I try to piece together as best as

was

the field, his eyes so blue and hair so curly and beautiful. Those blues, they shone

He yelled, and

familiar. Yet as he got closer the image blurs and disappears and I’m now in my room, the

you want some slice apples, Avery!?” Mom called

bring it to her,” I heard a boy’s voice and then hear footfalls nearing, rushing. My door burst open, and that same

stepping into the room with the bowl of sliced apples in his hold. As

He looks like-

my hair, surprising me. “I like

blurs again, his face morphing into nothing but darkness. I grasp the sheets under me, gasping as I try to force

happening? What’s going

Or am I

a whimper when a hot flash of pain throbbed my temples and I clenched my eyes tightly, burying my head in the sheets as though it would

It doesn’t.

snaps in my head. This time I am in class, drawing random lines on the notebook as the students around

catches in my throat. Blue eyes.