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

Xade’s pov

Are you two dress yet? ‘ Xaden pushes into my mind, making me sigh and pull away from Avery’s stomach.

‘Yes,’ I replied.

Avery who stared at me for the longest, eyes shine in curiosity. ” Your eyes just glowed oddly! Like a haze of smoke brush through them.” she voiced in intrigue.

I smile, even with fear swirling in my being, she still manages to make me smile. “I mind linked my brother, it usually does that when I do.” I explained, my eyes can’t help to wander to her neck, her mark.

I swallowed, trying to clutch those threads of hope tighter.

Oh,” she gasped, her eyes shinning even more wonder. “It’s a wolf thing then?”

I nod just as Xaden reenters the room. He looks at us, dramatically sighing in relief. ” Thank God you two are properly dressed now. Nearly scared this old man half to death.”

gaze as he approaches her, concern creasing his brows. ” Mind if I have a

a small smile and a nod. When he got near, I growled low in warning, making Avery jolt a bit in shock. Xaden on the other hand spared me an amused glance, leaning closer to

knew that growl was out of my control and was my wolf being possessive after he had just marked our

you move your hair a bit to the

or being near you,” he

as Xaden requested, pulling her hair behind her shoulder to reveal the angry raw bite. Xaden

sarcastic brow. “Yes I know, I told you so. Remember?” Frustration creep in my

he brought it to his lips to clear his throat. ” Does it

Like fire touching skin.” she

warily. ” Is it suppose to burn?” he questioned, scratching the back of

he cringed, shrugging. “What? I am not a marking mate expert. Especially when it comes to humans.” he argued,

steel, my teeth grinding against each other. ” Then what is your point coming in here to examine it!?” My tone is sharper than I intended, my frustration

is useless. When I thought he would help, he

across his head. “I thought you were exaggerating like you normally do!” he defended, squinting his eyes