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? ••• 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.
View MoreDylanThe following morning, the forest appeared vibrant. Birds chirped, the wind rustled the trees, and the ground crunched beneath our feet. It was official; we were here to hunt. Indeed. Typical rich people activities, and I was just here, isn’t being an assistant delightful? Everyone appeared enthusiastic about the hunt. They chatted while getting ready, checking equipment and adjusting saddles. I remained silent, staying close to Mr. Wolfe. “Stay with the group,” he instructed me. His tone was assertive, as usual. “Don’t stray away. ”“Yes, sir,” I responded. The hunt commenced well. The alphas took the lead, their laughter resonating through the woods. I lingered at the back, observing Mr. Wolfe closely. I had reluctantly learned their names as the hunt started. First came Asher. Tall, broad-shouldered, and sturdy like a fortress. His dark hair cascaded in chaotic waves, encasing a face adorned with sharp angles and rugged lines. His eyes were a deep emerald. Next up was
Dylan I closed the door behind me, my thoughts in chaos. Mr. Wolfe’s unusual actions recurred in my thoughts, yet I failed to comprehend them. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sheets, trying to push the unease away. It didn’t work. I required air. Stepping out onto the balcony, I leaned against the railing, letting the cool breeze wash over me. The forest extended downward, its dark outline merging with the horizon. Above, the sky was clear, dotted with stars that seemed impossibly bright. I stared at them, my chest tightening. The stars reminded me of another night. Five years prior, my roommate compelled me to attend a basketball game. I did not wish to attend. I did not care about sports or crowds. But he insisted, stating that it would be enjoyable, so I accompanied him. That is when I first saw him. Tristan Wolfe. He was not merely a player on the court; he was the focus of all activity. His actions were quick and exact, his demeanor authorita
DylanThe private jet was chilly, and so was Mr. Wolfe. He was sitting across from me, absorbed in his tasks. His gaze skimmed over his tablet, keen and intent, as if I were invisible. I had anticipated quietness, but this was stifling. Mr. Wolfe’s private jet was big and beautiful, far exceeding anything I had ever envisioned being in, yet it didn’t instill any comfort in me. The gleaming wood, leather seating, and tinted glass screamed authority and riches—two aspects that Mr. Wolfe had in spades. I sank further into my seat, observing the clouds beyond. The metropolis below vanished as we ascended. I wasn’t certain why I had come. A social gathering? A hunt in the forest? It wasn’t as though I fit into his world. It was yet another trip that he had, and here I am, his capable personal assistant. When the plane touched down, a sleek black vehicle awaited us. I followed Mr. Wolfe, clutching the documents he had given me earlier. He hadn’t uttered a word to me since we boarded t
DylanLunch was always noisy. The office staffs seemed to see it as a chance to escape from formality and act as if they weren’t all there to spy on one another. In an effort to blend in, I ate my salad while sitting at the edge of the table. These lunches were consistently the same. A big act. The same weary faces, the same superficial conversation, the same insincere grins. The only difference was who could maintain their facade the longest. People were certainly more at ease, but the informal conversation only intensified the unease. It was as though acting as if all was well was meant to make it genuine. It never did. The purpose of these lunches? Easy: appearances. Power dynamics. A method to keep everyone in check while seeming like they cared. “Hey, Dylan,” Sam from Marketing remarked, leaning closer. “What’s Mr. Wolfe up to? Still messing around with that omega?”I nearly choked. “Pardon?”“Don’t act innocent,” he said with a smile. “You’re his assistant. You know everythi
Dylan I was late. Again. Mr. Wolfe had requested me to bring an urgent document.I was already hurrying when his message arrived: "Pick up condoms along the way. "Large size." I froze on the tube, staring at my phone. My face burned. Was this my life now? Running errands for Mr. Wolfe as a personal assistant/pharmacist? I sighed and swore under my breath before typing back: "What brand?" He responded promptly, like if he had been waiting. "Any. "Just hurry." When I entered the pharmacy, I kept my head down. The cashier did not even blink. She simply called me up, handed me the bag, and grinned. However, it felt as if the entire store was watching. I carried the darn suitcase like it was a bomb!I made my way to Mr. Wolfe's place. My heart pounded. Was this what I had studied for? Despite being a Harvard graduate, I am only able to deliver this. I knocked, and the door opened slightly. Nobody greeted me. I stepped inside and asked, "Boss?"His voice came from upstairs. "Come up!"
Dylan I was late. Again. Mr. Wolfe had requested me to bring an urgent document.I was already hurrying when his message arrived: "Pick up condoms along the way. "Large size." I froze on the tube, staring at my phone. My face burned. Was this my life now? Running errands for Mr. Wolfe as a personal assistant/pharmacist? I sighed and swore under my breath before typing back: "What brand?" He responded promptly, like if he had been waiting. "Any. "Just hurry." When I entered the pharmacy, I kept my head down. The cashier did not even blink. She simply called me up, handed me the bag, and grinned. However, it felt as if the entire store was watching. I carried the darn suitcase like it was a bomb!I made my way to Mr. Wolfe's place. My heart pounded. Was this what I had studied for? Despite being a Harvard graduate, I am only able to deliver this. I knocked, and the door opened slightly. Nobody greeted me. I stepped inside and asked, "Boss?"His voice came from upstairs. "Come up!"...
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