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

Avery’s pov

no meat

I stood in the meat aisle, eyeing the chicken and raw beef. I licked my lips, itching to grab them. The strange craving had me stumbling back a bit and looking around as if I were a child who had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Of course no one knew my thoughts but I somehow still felt….disgusting to crave raw meat.

I shook my head, eyeing the meat weirdly and began to strut away. But then I am unable to shake off the strange craving and find myself going back to the beef and chicken.

I bit my lower lip, looking around me as if I was doing something wrong and grab the chicken and beef. My mouth watered as I quickly went to checkout.

Back in my dorm room, I am seated on my bed, glaring at the packages of raw meat. The urge to tear through the package and stuff my face was overwhelming and my fingers itch to do exactly that.

“This is crazy,” I whispered to myself, running a shaky hand through my hair. The meat had blood on it, raw blood, and somehow the sight made my mouth water even more. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered.

Was it stress causing this? A bug?

Something was definitely off with me.

I sighed, pushing at the package then stop. I bit my tongue. One bite couldn’t hurt. It’s just meat. Raw uncooked meat with blood….

Before I could think logically my nails were tearing through the package. I watch in an almost trance as the plastic tear and expose the bloody uncooked chicken. I breathed in, the scent somehow making my belly growl in hunger.

I hesitated. Trying to think of why this was a terrible disgusting idea. It was raw meat! Yet, as I looked at it my mouth watered and the craving became unbearable.

I shut down my rational thoughts and picked up the cold chicken, gripping the slippery skin hard so it wouldn’t slip. My belly growled.

I closed my eyes and brought it to my lips, opened and then sunk my teeth into the slippery texture. The first taste was strange, however, when the blood curls on my tongue, We in pleasure.

It tasted so good!

The shock of how delicious it taste made me drop the meat and open my eyes in shock. Horrified I lift my hand and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then stare at the blood that smeared across my skin. My belly curled but not in disgust.

I tremble. What the hell is wrong with me?

I looked away, swallowed, and then looked back at the meat. Just one more taste. One more. I picked it up again and then before I knew it I had completely eaten the entire batch.

But I was still so hungry. So, so hungry.

I looked at the last package on my bed. The raw beef. This one had more blood. And looked more delicious. I moaned in horror, realizing that I was about to devour this one too.

And I did. Not ten minutes later and the entire thing is done. However, my craving had not subsided and I wanted nothing more but to go to the grocery store and buy more meat.

Despite the urge, instead, I got off the bed and disposed of my horrifying craving in the trash. The last thing I want is for Melissa to come here and eye me like I am a weirdo for eating raw meat.

The room still smelt like meat and I sprayed some air freshener to tone it down before Melissa came here. I blinked, rubbing my stomach as it growled in hunger, and sat back down on the bed, my back resting on the headboard. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Something was wrong with me, there was no denying it now. I may need to go to the hospital tomorrow, hopefully, they’ll know what was wrong.

But as the hunger ate at me, another sharp pain seem to taunt me in my head. I groaned, lifting my fingers to my temples and rub. The pain was unbearable and I found myself curling into a ball in the middle of the bed.

My phone buzzed and I ignored it, instead crawling over to the small bedside table in search of some painkillers to help with the sudden massive headache. The pain throbbed in my head and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would go away.

But it only intensifies and I tremble, my shaky hands reaching for the draw. I end up pulling out the entire draw, making it fall to the floor with a loud bang.

I groaned, pulling my upper half off the bed to look down at the contents that flew out onto the floor and my brows furrowed, my vision adjusting as blurriness threatened to take over.

Is that an unopened plan B box? What is it doing in my draw?