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

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?Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

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.

So much worse until random flashes dart through my head like a hurricane. They’re so that

LENT I can’t asp none and figure them out.

Until they began to slow done. The hot flashes turn to images, and memories. Memories I try to piece together as best as I can.

was

A little boy, around the age of ten, looked at me across the field, his eyes so blue and hair so curly and beautiful. Those blues, they shone with happiness and something else as his lips quirk.

“V!” He yelled, and ran over.

My heart pounded. He seemed so familiar. Yet as he got closer the image blurs and disappears and I’m now in my room, the room I had grown up in.

“Do you want some slice apples, Avery!?” Mom called from downstairs.

“I’ll bring it to her,” I heard a boy’s voice and then hear footfalls nearing, rushing. My door burst open, and that same boy with a cheeky smile enters. My heart pounds. Those blue eyes.

“Did you just get up sleeping beauty?” He laughed, stepping into the room with the bowl of sliced apples in his hold. As he near, I gawk at him. Up close he was stunning. Beautiful for a boy.

He looks like-

I gasp when he reaches out and playfully tugs my hair, surprising me. “I like when you wear your hair down.”

The image blurs again, his face morphing into nothing but darkness. I grasp the sheets under me, gasping as I try to force my eyes open. But I cannot.

What’s happening? What’s going on?

Are those flashes memories? Or am I going mad?

I let out 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 help with the pain.

It doesn’t.

And again flashes snaps in my head. This time I am in class, drawing random lines on the notebook as the students around me buzz. Suddenly I feel a tug on my ponytail and turn around.

My breath catches in my throat. Blue eyes. I tremble. Xade.

That boy. That young boy. Was Xade.

He’s sitting on the desk behind me, his fingers still playing with the tips of my hair, a pout setting on his pink soft lips. “The ball hit my cheek V. I’m in pain.” He pouted further, pointing at where he was presumably hit with the ball.

“Kiss it better for me please.” He whispered, leaning closer and turning his face so I could reach his cheek better.

I narrowed my eyes. “Have one of your little girlfriends do it for you.”

His eyes shift to mine, so intense that my breath catches in my lungs and I forget how to breathe. “I want no one else’s lips on me except for yours.” He said so seriously the tension in the room intensified.

He leaned closer, his eyes darting lower to stare at my lips. “Besides, your lips are the remedy. They always kiss the pain away,” he joked, but the seriousness lingering in his voice made me question if he was being truthful or not.

But before I could try to understand him, he gripped the back of my head and brought my face to his cheek, successfully having my lips touch where he was hit. He groaned. “See,” his voice grew hoarse. “My remedy.”

I am pulled out of the memory and I gasped, trembling in my sheets. It had been him. Xade. He had been the young boy, the teenager…I had known him. More than known him. We seemed really close.

These weren’t dreams, these were memories. Memories that seem to return to me.