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

Avery’s pov

Flashes, some quick while some long, ran through my head for what felt like hours. I am writhing in pain, my head unable to take so much all at once.

The migraine had gotten worse, the heat in the room seeming to suffocate me. And then the one that made everything come together. The night. Me on top of him. Me sliding him into me.

My gasp, his hold, his feel. His groan, my moan. I had given him my innocence. It had been him. It had been Xade. The memory, the connection between us, all had been real.

Why had I forgotten all of this? Why were all memories of him wiped out?

My best friend to my lover. The guy I love. Why had I forgotten him? I don’t understand.

A wave of nausea hit me hard and I gasped, curling up tighter into a ball. The pain in my head was pulsing and I closed my eyes tightly, calling out his name like a plea.

The door open, a shadow enters. “Avery?” Melissa called out, turning the light on. I whimpered, grasping the sheets.

“What the hell is going on?” She gasped, her rushing footsteps reaching beside me. I tried to peel my eyes open but the pain makes it harder. Her hand touches me and she gasped. “You’re burning up!”

I’m surprised by the sound of her worried and scared tone, especially with how we left things earlier. But perhaps she had a heart in her body after all.

call 911.” She yelped when I gripped her arm, forcing my eyes open. “I need Xade. Xade.” I croaked out, my hold on her weakening just as

I whispered and let darkness take a hold

up I am instantly aware that I am not in my dorm room but the hospital. The antiseptic

earlier. Now it was almost like a dull ache. I shifted and peeled my eyes open slowly to adjust my vision. The overhead white light was harsh

I hated hospitals.

look around, plain white walls, medical equipments…..my eyes snap

shifting my arm slightly which caused the IV to tug uncomfortably. It seems Melissa called 911 after all. I bit my lower lip, my eyes moving off the

relief and rushed to my side. Her worry was cutting and our exchange of words

was so worried, you blacked out and wouldn’t

now, down to how we first met. I

to my neck. Those nightmares were not just meaningless dreams after all. They were memories that had

But why?

How?

brows pinched. “Why are you worried about him? You have other

understand. She

Why had I gone back? Why did I end up in the dorm