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

Avery’s pov

Kaylee grips my arm, her hold firm as if to tell me to keep quiet without having to say it out loud. I nod, silently telling her that I understand and look around frantically for a weapon or something to use against the bastard that loomed at the entrance of the cave.

I could spot nothing in this kind of darkness and could only spot rocks and dirt.

The man’s shadow looms like a damn bully as he steps forward into the cave and my heart pounds into my chest.

He whistles low, the air whipping inside the cave tauntingly. Shivers of fear race on my skin, revealing themselves as goosebumps on my flesh.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” he taunts, his hand going behind him and pulling out an arrow from behind him.

His childish taunting got on my nerves and I fisted my hands. We couldn’t stay here forever, he’d find us sooner than later. Eventually, he will spot us if he keeps walking further into the cave.

“We have to do something,” I whisper under my breath low so only Kaylee could hear. “He will find us eventually.”

crouch in a way that told

dance across the cave’s walls and I nervously reach out for a small rock. It wasn’t much but if I could aim it properly I could

the rock turns brutal, my palms slick with sweat as fear licked across my spine. Had he spotted us? There was a possibility his eyes had adjusted to the darkness and made it easier to

to make him

have faith that I would be able to aim properly. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, my hands shaky. He takes another step forward and though the man is smaller than the cave, he somehow feels

my chest. If he comes just a little more closer I could take the risk of hurling the stone. He whistles again, taunting the air knowing he was setting

ready to pounce as her eyes remain on him unwaveringly. And then he takes another step, and another and I

me feel proud and I couldn’t help but

head which was enough of a distraction for Kaylee to force herself to shift and lunge for him. With a loud feral growl Kaylee’s

“Mother fucker!”

the arrow, fighting to wrestle out of her hold but she won’t let him go. I look around

clamping so hard I can hear the gurgle of his blood in his throat and mouth. But just as we

hunter aims for her head. The first hunter must have been a sacrifice to get us occupied so the other could