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

“Leave us.” Xade cuts in, eyes moving from mine to his brother. “I want to speak to Avery alone.”

Xaden looks hesitant as he look between me and his brother before he nodding reluctantly. “I’ll be outside. In the living room area if you need me.” He said and stepped out of the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

Xade gripped my hand, his are so cold I bit my tongue to not squeal in shock. I gave him my full attention, watching his expression turn pained. “V,” he whispered, his voice shaky.

I gulped.

“I need you to understand what will happen when I mark you,” he whispered, gripping my hand tighter. “The pain of the mark will be intense, more painful than anything you’ve ever experienced before.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

His eyes reared up, so much pain swimming in their beauty. “There’s a chance you won’t make it. I can’t lose you V. This is the reason why I tried so hard to resist you. I knew of the outcome-

“Shh,” I whispered, reaching out to gently cup his jaw. The blood trailing down his face hurts me. I sighed and reached out for a tissue on the table beside the bed, crouched and begin to gently clean up his face.

His eyes watch me intensely. “I love you Avery.”

My heart skipped and butterflies begin to flutter up my ribcage. My eyes snap to his, and he reveals to me everything. Love. Warmth. ] Pain.

“I love you too,” I whispered back with meaning, smiling sadly. “I will be okay.” I murmured, cleaning down the best of his face. “I can do this.”

Xade takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes pained. When he opened them again, this time they swirled with determination. “You can.”

I smiled, warmly staring at his face. Even though his skin was ashen, sweaty and his eyes a bit dim from the life that was leaving him, he still look handsome.

I brushed my finger over his jawline. “I can’t believe you knocked me up.” I joked, trying to ease the tension in the air.

We both know the time for him to mark me is here.

The tip of his lip quirks slightly into a smirk. I shook my head, giggling as my fingers trace close to his lips, my eyes turning serious.

“I want a mini you,” I whispered, my thumb now skimming on his lower lip.

I looked up in his eyes. They are warm, and happy, yet still pained. “I want a mini you.” He whispered back, eyes shining with love.

I smiled and lowered my head, brushing my lips across his. “Want to bet on it, Mr. Archer?” I joked.

“Be warned that I always win to be Mrs. Archer.”