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

My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) Chapter 85

Avery’s pov

His unwavering gaze keeps me rooted where I am and I peer at him unblinkingly. My fingers grip the door harder. “Then who,” I whispered, unable to resist asking him this question. “Who do you want?”

His eyes bore into mine, deep and intense. The air around us is electrifying, so clogged with tension. “You know who I want Avery.” He confessed, looking away. “But can’t have.”

I opened my mouth to speak, only to close it back because I was at a loss for words. “You should probably head inside, it’s going to be a mean downpour again.” He refers to the change in weather and I looked at the sky. He was right, the rain was about to start again but I know he and only told me because he didn’t want me to further question him.

For a the first time, I understood. As I looked at him, really looked at him, I understood. It was clear he was inwardly battling something, his gaze wouldn’t allow me to see it, but the way his demeanor was is clear.

I can’t bring myself to further grow the tension, so I only nod and thanked him once more for the ride. Pushing him more would only push him further away, and I did not want that.

As I got out of the car, his voice once again pulled me in. “Don’t forget, six a.m sharp. Wear something you can workout in.” His eyes are forward, not looking at me but somehow I feel as thought he was fighting himself not to.

“Okay,” I breathed out, closing the door softly and skipped to the building as little rain pelts on the concrete. Before I could fully get in, I could not resist and glanced back.

His eyes are on me. Intense even from the distance between us. I shivered, rolling my lip between my teeth and ripped my eyes off his and hurried inside. Tomorrow was a new day, a new day with him. And knowing that he wanted me, somehow eased me. He may not want to act up on it yet, but I had every intention of making him cave in.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I wanted Xade. The mysterious guy who felt so familiar. Like no other. I wanted him. And I was going to get him one way or the other. He was mine.

Xade’s pov

She’d be the death of me. Literally.

The more I try to keep away, it’s either I couldn’t resist or she’d somehow come to me. I shouldn’t have accepted her proposal to train her, we’d be too close and the council still had an eye on me, Henry to be precise.

He may kept his word, but breaking the rules over and over would make him frustrated. Which will lead to him rating me out to Alister. Everyone has a limit to their patience.

I groaned, running a hand down my face in frustration. Did Henry see? I haven’t seen him in a few days but that guy can be a damn shadow when he wants to be and I’d not know he was there.

I couldn’t cancel this with Avery, not when I wanted to spend more time with her too. And something told me she wanted to actually learn boxing and it was not just a ploy to be close to me.

I’m screwed aren’t I?

Especially since I couldn’t hold my tongue and confessed that I wanted her. I was no warlock to make her forget those words. Not when it had showed so clear in my eyes that I truly want her. Only her.

I groaned. I had just made things more complicated. I have officially screwed up, but to be honest I screwed up the moment I borrowed her that pen. I had never been able to resist Avery, I was a fool to have thought I could now.

I got out of the car and stepped into my penthouse building. The elevator ride seem longer somehow, but perhaps it felt that way because my mind was swarmed with thoughts of her.

The way she stared into my eyes. The way she felt in my arms. I miss her. I miss her scent, her taste, the way she felt wrapped around me.

My beast stirs restlessly.

I stepped into the penthouse, tossing the keys on the countertop and making a beeline for the fridge. It’s stocked up with that tasteless beer that does nothing for me, but I’ve been adding a pinch of that wolfsbane to give it a kick. Which has not only eased my beast a little but gave me that nimble sensation I craved to feel right about now.

“Drinking that shit again?” Xaden rounds the corner, pulling his shirt over his head. I raised a brow as I scatter the pinches of wolfsbane in the beer. Xaden eyes it in worry and disgust.

“You’ve been overdoing it.” He growled in frustration, storming over to me and smacking the beer out of my hand. I snarled, my canines pushing out of my gums in warning.

Xaden is unfazed.

And then he sniffs the air, stiffening. “You saw her again today didn’t you?”

I tensed. Turning back to the fridge to look for another beer. “She came to he gym, I didn’t go to her.”

You reek of her strongly,” he pointed out. “You must’ve been really close o her to still smell of her. Did Henry see?”

pulled out the beer and shrugged. “I don’t know. My senses, have been veakening daily. I can’t sense when he’s close anymore.” I admitted, vorry gnawing at my insides but I refuse to show it to my older brother who would no doubt say I told you so.

I opened the beer and reach for some more wolfsbane but Xaden tugs the ɔag away, shaking his head in disapproval. “No more!” He snarled.

“What the fuck Xaden!” I roared, about to reach for the bag once more but stop when his eyes drop to my nose and widen in shock and fear.

“You’re bleeding.” He whispered in dread, just as I taste the tang of blood flowing to my lips. I lift my hand, and touch the warm liquid just above my upper lip.

“Your wolf,” Xaden said in horror and fear. “Is dying. You’re dying Xade!”