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

Avery’s pov

The next time I awake, I am staring at the blank white ceiling. There was a soft sound of my heartbeat running through the entire room and the scent of disinfectant and some other cleaning fluids was very distinct which made me understand that I was in the infirmary.

I swallowed, my throat feeling parched. There’s a sense of unease running through my body as I scan around the room and see no one here with me. Not even Xade.

The silence in the room except for my beating heart was unnerving, pulling me under a cloud of unease. The room was too painfully empty, sucking out all the comfort I once had in Xade’s arms.

I shifted slightly but only to wince when a sharp pain rams through my skull like a blade pressing hard against bone. My mind feels foggy, as if I was missing parts, vital parts of what happened to be all alone.

I can remember being placed on the bed, recalling the hushed voices, Xade’s urgent voice, and the feel of his hand pressing down on my hip to keep me from lashing out as they struggle to keep me calm.

I can remember…..his words. His declaration of his love for me and our baby. I can remember the cold feeling of being forced into darkness, feel the needle pierce through my skin on last time before everything had gone quiet.

This was the last I remember. And it’s frightening that it’s the only thing I can recall before waking up alone.

Had he left me?

I didn’t think he would.

I swallowed, my throat so parched. It felt like I had swallowed sand with grains of stones. It was painful to swallow and even more painful to think what was I doing all alone.

“Xade?” I called out, but my voice came out scratchy and low. A mumble even. Of course he would not hear that.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Or perhaps he could, given that he had super hearing.

I waited with hope, but the sinking feeling of silence pummeled deep in my gut. My heartbeat which was once calm and steady began to thrust hard against my ribcage, the sound bouncing off the walls of the room.

I was alone.

I was alone.

“Xade?” I called out again, my voice so frail and pathetic even to my own cars. It feels like the room mocks me and closes me in.

I blinked back tears, my throat burning from holding them back. And then I heard it. It’s faint. But I heard it.

Footsteps.

Rushing footsteps.

Not one. But two.

I took in a breath, my eyes staring directly at the door, waiting for his familiar face and presence to show up.

But when that door creaks open, slow as the ticking of a clock, those eyes were not those I wanted to see. Those eyes belong to a stranger. One so cold the entire room freezes just as my heart did.

I don’t know this man.

I have never seen him before.

However, the look in his eyes, though dead and cold, held some kind of recognition that made me tremble with fear.

And when he steps into the room, I knew that there was indeed a reason to fear.

“Little Avery, you have caused quite a stir in our world,” his smirk painted his face cruelly and when he pushes aside, another man moves behind him, eyeing him nervously.

Alister, are you sure about this?”