The Alpha In My Sheets
Tristan is an alpha, strong and silent, with control over everything around him, he only screws omegas, everyone knows that, he is a perfectionist, everyone knows that, Dylan Harper is the only assistant he tolerates, everyone knows that, but what everyone doesn’t know is Tristan is the Alpha under Dylan’s sheets.
Dylan is just a beta, kind and invisible. When they’re forced together by work, tension builds between them, but Dylan knows his place. Alphas don’t look at betas like him. There’s no room for dreams or hope. But after waking up one day with an Alpha under his sheets, Dylan starts to wonder if he’s been wrong about everything. Will he remain just a shadow to Tristian, or is there more to his story?
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Tristan’s breath was steady, but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I stood too close. My fingers brushed against his arm, just enough to make the heat between us undeniable.
“Don’t…” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine.
But I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. His presence was too much, too magnetic. My body hummed with a hunger I didn’t know how to quiet.
His eyes locked with mine, intense, searching, like he knew what I was feeling before I did. “You’re too close,” he whispered.
I stayed silent, caught between the urge to pull away and the need to be closer. His breath, warm on my skin, made it harder to think.
“Do you intend to trigger your heat again, my pretty little thing?” He breathed out and I could have climaxed right there and then.
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Chapter: The game beginsDylan’s POVOliver did not give up.Not for a fucking second.Day by day, minute by minute, he was there. Pushing. Probing. Clouding the waters between boss and. whatever.I should have known better.The way he leaned in a little too close when he spoke. The way his hand touched my wrist when he handed me something. The way his eyes stayed on me for a fraction of a second longer—hard, calculating, aware.I ignored it.Told myself I was seeing things.But Oliver wasn't subtle. He wasn't Tristan.Tristan, who had spent years building walls. Who had moved as if it would kill him to touch me. Who could fuck me wild one night and take calls I wasn’t allowed to hear the next morning.Oliver wasn't like that.Oliver wanted me to know.He made it plain in ways Tristan never did.It was the manner in which he brought me food to my desk before I even realized that I was hungry. "Eat, Dylan," his handwriting would say, like I was some kind of child who needed reminding.It was the manner in whic
Last Updated: 2025-03-28
Chapter: He’s not yours anymoreTristan’s POVThe coffee tasted like shit.I set the cup down with a sharp clink, fingers flexing against the desk. The bitterness sat on my tongue, too much and wrong. It wasn’t the coffee’s fault. Same brand. Same machine. Same cup.But it wasn’t the same.Nothing fucking was.I exhaled through my nose, glancing at the empty space outside the office. His desk was still there. His chair, his neatly stacked papers, even the damn pen he used to chew on when he thought I wasn’t looking.But no Dylan.No low muttering as he read through reports. No quick, sharp sighs of frustration when someone emailed him something stupid. No perfectly timed reminders before I even had to ask.Just silence.Over filling. Suffocating.I turned back to my screen, eyes scanning the report in front of me. I read the same line four times before realizing I wasn’t absorbing a single fucking word.Useless.The whole goddamn morning had been useless.Meetings I didn’t give a shit about. Paperwork Dylan used to
Last Updated: 2025-03-27
Chapter: A new beginningDylan’s POVIt’s been two weeks away from Tristan…. Day one working for Oliver, and I’m doing fantastic.It had been two weeks since I quit. Two weeks since I walked out of Tristan Wolfe’s office without looking back—without giving him the chance to stop me.And maybe I was fucking stupid, but part of me still thought he would. That he’d call. That he’d show up. That he’d do something.But he didn’t.Not a text. Not a word. Not a single sign that he gave a shit I was gone.So, yeah. Fuck him.I’d moved on. Or at least—I was trying to.Day one working under Oliver was… weird. Not bad. Just—different.His office wasn’t as cold as Tristan’s. No sleek glass walls, no sterile, soulless vibe that made me feel like an intruder in my own fucking life. Instead, everything here felt warmer. More chaotic. Like the entire place ran on caffeine and vibes.People smiled. Smiled. Like, actual smiles—not those tense, fake-ass grimaces everyone wore around Tristan like he might snap their necks for br
Last Updated: 2025-03-26
Chapter: Walking awayDylan’s POVThe second the words had left my lips—"I accept."—it was like the whole fucking room shifted.No going back. No pretending this had never happened.And Tristan? He didn't say a word.Not a single goddamn thing.But his face—fuck. If looks were deadly, I'd have been a pile of smoldering ash on the high-end marble. His jaw was so tight, I knew he was going to snap a tooth, and his fists—oh, those were curled up like he was about to shatter something. Or someone.Probably me.Good. Let him break the fuck out.Oliver, on the other hand, was the epitome of smug contentment. That sly smile—too easy, too smooth—spread at the corners of his mouth like he'd already got what he wanted. And perhaps he had. I mean, I agreed, didn't I?Fuck it.I spun on my heel, making a beeline for the door before my idiot, traitor heart could change its mind."Dylan."His low, slicing voice cut across the room, freezing me in my tracks.Of course. Of fucking course.I didn't turn around. I should ha
Last Updated: 2025-03-25
Chapter: The decision that changes everythingDylan’s POVI should’ve said no.I wanted to say no.But standing there, caught between Tristan’s impossible gaze and Oliver’s quiet, waiting confidence, my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. My heart was a fucking mess, hammering too fast, too loud, drowning out the one part of me still clinging to reason.The silence stretched—awkward, heavy, choking. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. And me? My brain was spinning out in a million different directions at once.I should walk. Should pack my shit, toss Tristan’s precious files on his desk, and leave this entire mess behind. I should.But I didn’t.Because even now—especially now—I couldn’t stop remembering.Every moment. Every mistake. Every fucking time I let myself hope—only to get burned.I remembered the first time I met him. Suit crisp, voice cold, eyes sharp enough to cut through steel. He didn’t smile. Didn’t look at me twice. I was just another assistant—another cog in the machine. But even then—even then—he got under my sk
Last Updated: 2025-03-24
Chapter: Possessive InstinctTristan’s PovI hadn't expected they would be together.And I definitely did not expect they would be so in each other's faces and so relaxed looking—too close, too fucking intimate.The moment I walked into the office, tension was in the air. My blood boiled, a jealous anger seeping into my pores as I took it all in. Oliver was reclining over the chair in front of Dylan's desk, grinning that infuriating smile of his reserved especially for moments such as these—moments when he knew he was provoking me.And Dylan…Dylan was relaxed. Too relaxed. His head was tilted to one side, lips twisted into a wry smile as if Oliver's drivel was actually hilarious to him.I hated it.I hated everything."No. What's going on here?" My voice cut through the room like a blade—tensed, cold, barely on the leash.Dylan glanced up, his face instantly falling into something guarded. "Nothing," he said quickly. "Oliver was just leaving."Was I? Oliver drawled, not even wincing at all. He leaned his head in
Last Updated: 2025-03-23
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