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For the past few days, one way or the other, I had been avoiding going to Mr. Wolfe's house.I had begun by making excuses. However, they were just mental, and he didn't believe them. "Can't you just come over to my place today?" He would ask. He was quite sharp. I could see it in his eyes."Who you work for, do I need to remind you?" his voice was still close in tone, even though clipped."No!" I hurriedly replied, trying to control my voice. “Well, I respect that the deal is temporary. Remember it? You’re almost healed. You are good to go now.”We didn’t argue, but he gave me a look of a tiger staring down a herd of cows. It was clear he wasn't pleased.So still, I did pause to consider.Finally, just a week later, I returned back to my job in the office.The limping that he was slightly showing was almost undetectable, but he still walked like his usual self. Afterward, my mind was cleared of being able to say something back to him at the moment.I mistakenly thought so.The office
Last Updated : 2025-01-29The Alpha In My Sheets “Helping”
This wasn’t my problem. I told myself that over and over, but it didn’t stop the worry gnawing at me.Mr. Wolfe wasn’t acting normal. He hadn’t looked like himself since the incident with the omega at work. His face had been flushed, his breathing uneven. He barely lasted through the day before locking himself in his office.I wanted to help.And I knew exactly how.I hesitated before scrolling through my contacts. I didn’t have her number, but I knew someone who did. One of Tristan’s old omega bed partners. If he needed someone, I could find them.I wasn’t an omega. I couldn’t help him in that way.My thumb hovered over the screen.Before I could press the call button, the door behind me slammed shut.I turned just as Mr.Wolfe strode toward me, his eyes dark and intense.“Sir—”He grabbed me.His hands gripped my arms, pulling me up from my chair before I could react. I barely had time to register what was happening before his lips crashed against mine.Shock froze me in place.His l
Last Updated : 2025-01-30The Alpha In My Sheets Regrets
I lay on the couch, my body bare, my skin still tingling from his touch.Mr.Wolfe’s arms were wrapped around me, his warmth pressing into my back. His breathing was slow, steady, completely at ease.For a moment, I didn’t move.I just lay there, feeling it.The heat of his body. The strength of his arms. The way his fingers lazily traced circles on my hip, like he didn’t want to let go. My cheeks warmed up, especially realizing that Tristan was doing this while being asleep.My chest tightened.I felt…happy.It was terrifying how natural it felt, being in his arms like this.Then reality crashed in.My breath caught. My heart pounded.What had I done?I was naked. In Mr.Wolfe’s office. In his arms.My boss.I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands trembling against the sheets.This was a mistake. A terrible, irreversible mistake.I had broken my own rules. I had let him have me.And worst of all…I had wanted it.I dressed quickly, my hands shaking.My heart was still racing, my lips swollen
Last Updated : 2025-01-30The Alpha In My Sheets Ignored
Ignored.Mr. Wolfe was ignoring me.Not in any way subtle. Not in a way that could be confused with simply being too busy. It was on purpose.At first, I thought I might be imagining things. He might just be overwhelmed with work after all, or maybe I had missed some important point. Or, perhaps, he needed some space and time. But as days passed, it was self-evident.He even deliberately ignored me.He wouldn't give me any tasks—instead, commissioning them to other people and often to those who would normally come to me unaccompanied. It was others who received reports I should have prepared. That department heads should have made their calls to me was also ignored.At first, I waited. I thought he might just ginger up a bit—then return to normal.He began to pretend not to see me at all.He would walk right past my desk and not so much as look. When I gave him schedules or reports, he would accept them without a word. If I asked questions, he answered shortly and without effect.I
Last Updated : 2025-01-31The Alpha In My Sheets Not an omega
I trailed along behind Mr. Wolfe with my pullman, lugging it behind me in the airport.The flight had been long and I was tired. My shoulders ached from sitting too much, and I was eager for nothing else than to collapse onto a bed and sleep along time.The company put us up at a five-star hotel. They were being good to us. Inside the lobby, I gawked at the lofty ceilings that steeped in acclaim, the golden chandeliers, the marble floors. Everything was magnificent and powerful, just like Mr. Wolfe.At the front desk, the receptionist smiled at us courteously. “Welcome, Mr. Wolfe. Your reservation is ready.”“Two rooms?” I asked even before she had spoken another word.The receptionist hesitated. “Ah, I am so sorry. Unfortunately, sir, we have only one room available, a suite. Due to high demand, we have no standard rooms. But the suite is very spacious, has a double-size bed, a large living area. As for other amenities...”I immediately turned to Boss. “We have to find another hotel.
Last Updated : 2025-01-31The Alpha In My Sheets Irresistible
I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be in this room, sitting across from Boss, feeling his eyes burn into me like a silent challenge. His face was unreadable, serious as always. But that was the problem. Serious men had always been my weakness. And he was the worst of them all. My mind flickered back to Lucas—my ex. He had worn the same serious expression the night he confessed to me. I still remembered the way he looked at me, his eyes dark with something deep, something heavy. “I want you,” he had said, his voice low and certain. And I had fallen. Just like that. Like an idiot. But Boss was different. His seriousness wasn’t careful or sweet. It was dangerous. It was possessive, consuming. Like he already knew I would give in. Like I was already his. And maybe I was. I clenched my fists, trying to ignore the heat rising in my chest. I should leave. I should say something professional, set boundaries, remind him that I was just his assistant. But I did
Last Updated : 2025-02-05The Alpha In My Sheets Punishment
I balanced the coffee tray carefully in my hands, walking into the meeting room with steady steps. The air was really full with the scent of expensive cologne and sharp professionalism. Tristan stood at the head of the table, listening as one of the clients spoke. I kept my head down, focused on my task. This was routine. I had done it countless times before. Everything was fine. Until it wasn’t. As I turned to leave, someone bumped into me—hard. The tray wobbled. The coffee cups tipped. And before I could react, hot liquid splashed all over a client’s expensive suit. A terrible silence filled the room. I froze. My heart pounded. The client gasped, jerking back in his chair. “What the hell?!” I opened my mouth to apologize, but then I felt it. A piercing stare. I turned slightly, my stomach sinking. Tristan was looking at me. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes burned into mine. I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly, grabbing napkin
Last Updated : 2025-02-05The Alpha In My Sheets New rules
Three months. It was three months ago, now, since I'd let this happen. Since I'd let Tristan touch me, ravage me, consume me in ways that I'd never considered letting. Three months since we established the ground rules: no emotions, no attachment, just sex. And yet still, I couldn't help staring at him. He was leaning over the office, heavily discussing something with some business ass in a suit that was two sizes too small, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't even pretending to listen. Because Tristan was a fucking problem. Him, Tristan, in a tailored suit that clung to his beautifully sculpted physique, jacket fitting perfectly over expansive shoulders, tie slightly undone as if he'd tugged on it in exasperation beforehand. Sleeves rolled up, forearms bare, veins protruding on his skin as he gestured, dominating the room without making the slightest effort. And his face. Cold. Focused. Completely detached. That sentence—cold, impatient, a bit cruel—shouldn't have coiled my stoma
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Dylan’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
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Tristan’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
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Dylan’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
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Dylan’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
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The Alpha In My Sheets The Offer
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Dylan’s PovI managed to get the exact second the asshole made his move. He walked over, eyes glinting with predatory interest. "I didn't think you'd be here," he drawled, voice smooth and condescending. "Slumming it?"Oliver's smile fell just short of his eyes. "What can I say? I like to support the arts."The alpha chuckled, creeping closer—too close. His scent was stronger now, thick and overwhelming, designed to make one nervous. "Playing house with Wolfe still, hmm?"Something sharp caught Oliver's face, but I got there before he could. "Back off," I said, keeping my voice steady and low.The two men turned to face me. The alpha blinked in surprise—like he hadn't even seen I was there until now. "And you are?"I leaned my head, letting myself calm down, I wasn’t an omega who reacted intensely to an Alpha’s scent. "Someone who doesn't appreciate bullies."His eyebrows drew together. "This isn't your business.""Make it mine," I snapped back. "Or you can walk away while I'm still
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Dylan’s Pov"You. Me. Dinner." He stepped away from the wall, standing a little closer—close enough I could pick up on the rich whiff of his cologne, bitter and expensive. "Unless you have something else you want to do."What the actual fuck???I chuckled without humor, shaking my head. "Why the hell should I have dinner with you?"“Because you're curious," he stated bluntly, as if announcing the most obvious fact on earth. "And because you know I'm not going to take no from you until you learn to say yes."He was crazy. "I'm not interested," I snarled at me.He wrapped his hand around my wrist. Not tight—tight enough to keep me still. "Come on," he growled, low in his voice. "It's just dinner, Dylan. I don't bite."I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, right."His grin grew broader, and for a nauseating moment, I could have sworn he was enjoying himself. "Perhaps I simply want to meet the man who's been driving my fiancé to the edge."I seethed.Bastard. He knew which buttons to press."I'm no
