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

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Xade’s pov 

I can take the stench of that asshole on her but I don’t want to make it obvious that I know he was the one who made her cry. 

My fingers around the wheel tightened as I fight off my urge to turn the car back around and find that asshole and make sure he never touched her again. 

But I thought better of it, if I go back over there I’d kill him. My wolf’s rage alone is a clear indication that Kyan would not survive tonight if I go to him. 

Avery’s turned her entire body away from me and my heart clenches as she completely ignores me. This was not how I planned for tonight going. 

I didn’t plan to go actually, but seeing her dress so s*xy my wolf got the possessive urge to make sure no one laid their eyes or hands on her. 

I take a swift glance at V, sniffing the air and taking a whiff of her salty tears and shame. My eyes flicked to her hand, seeing her fingers brush against her wrist. 

To any normal human, you’d not see it because it was dark. But for me, I saw the ugly coloring on her wrist and an intense feeling of fury overcame me, making me see bloody red. 

I stopped the car without thinking, making her jerk forward, thankfully she had on her seatbelt. I can hear Melissa stumbling a bit in the back seat but I can’t bring myself to care to ask if she was okay or not. 

Xade!?” 

My hands around the steering wheel grew more tight and I am sure my knuckles had turned white. I want to strangle him. I am going to strangle him. 

“What else did he do?” I gritted, trying to push back my wolf before she caught sight of the secret I have hidden from her for years. 

Her cute brows furrowed adorably in confusion. “What?” 

My nails clawed out, piercing through the steering wheel. “F*cking Kyan goddamit V!” I snapped. “What else did he do?” I grabbed her wrist, lifting it. “He bruised you!” 

She flinched and I am not sure if it was because of my blasting voice or if she had felt my claws. I retract my hand quickly just in case. 

“What are you guys arguing about?” Melissa moaned in the backseat, completely wasted. 

I rolled my eyes. She could never hold her liquor. We both ignored. her. 

“Nothing!” Avery huffed. “Forget it and let’s go.” 

She must be stupid if she ever thought I’d just accept her word for it and not have that bastard pay for touching her skin. He’s going to limp out of that party with one broken leg or two. Perhaps I’d even break his arms too, get him crippled. 

I hissed, starting the car and making a turn, heading straight for the party. Avery quickly grasps the door, her heart thrumming quickly. She reeked of fear. 

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“Xade! What are you doing!?” She screeched, her heart hammering as I stepped on the gas. That asshole better still be there. I want his blood. 

“What do you think?” I growled low without looking at her, my eyes laser focused on the road. 

Panic surged within her and she looked at me in fear. “Xade you can’t! Please leave it. He did nothing wrong.” 

I snorted. “Nothing wrong? He bruised your wrist.” 

“Who bruised who?” Melissa moaned, back. I was pretty 

“s at the sure she was on the floor of the car, face first as her voice was a bit muffled. 

“Xade,” Avery pleaded. “Please don’t do anything stupid. Turn back and forget it.” 

And let him think he can ever touch her again and be rough with her? Hell no. 

Even if Avery and I hadn’t slept together and I didn’t make up my mind to say f*ck it and finally cave in, I’d still make sure Kyan’s face kiss my fist. Because I had always been her protector and I was not going to stop now. 

We reached the house quicker than when I left it, skidding to a stop in a very f*cked up way. I unbuckled myself and opened the door harshly, Avery doing the same. 

“Xade! Please don’t. Get back in the car!” Avery begged, running up to catch up to me. I am already by the door, body stiff, fists poised at my sides ready to slam into bones and flesh. 

Her fingers wrap around my upper arm, trying to tug me back and stop me. I’m practically dragging her. My little V had no strength to hold 

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me back. 

I stepped into the house, the music blaring. “Where’s Kyan?” I asked a group of guys who stood in the corner of the room, drinking beer and puffing out smoke. 

Some shrugged but one pointed to the living room area. “Last time I saw him.” He jerked his thumb and then went back to smoking. 

Avery is still trying to tug me out of the house, her little nails digging into my skin. But even her pleas can’t get through my rage as I make my way to the living room. 

I spot the f*cker right away, on the couch with two girls at his sides, both giggling in his ear and their hands on his chest. I see red and I can’t stop what I do next. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.