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The Alpha In My Sheets Mr Wolfe and Mr. Harper
Dylan’s PovTristan fell onto the desk with a lifeless thud, his broad shoulders shaking once in shock. For a moment, my body protested—I almost jumped forward, my hands at the ready, forming fists against my waist, my body betraying me in its helpless worry.Then I remembered.This was Tristan Wolfe. A man who had just kissed me like he still owned me, like I belonged to him and he could do with me and do what he wanted. A man who was standing there, silent, stoic, providing me with nothing—no comfort, no answer, no apology.Nothing.I leaned back."I've made up my mind." My tone was firm, though there was a storm raging within me. "I can't continue like this—being your lover, and having no future."The words felt heavier than I'd expected, as if I was completing something that never really belonged to me to begin with.Tristan did not blink. He simply stiffened, his gray eyes boring into me like that, and my stomach dropping. His expression was blank, his body as naturally loose as
Last Updated : 2025-03-11The Alpha In My Sheets Replacements
Dylan's POVI said I was finished. That I had made my choice, boxed up my feelings, and closed the lid tight.But giving up Tristan Wolfe wasn't something I could do as simply as scribbling out a resignation notice and acting like the past few months hadn't occurred.Every day, ever since, I'd watched the slow deterioration of the office around him. The strain seeping into the walls, the creases of fatigue accumulating on all our faces. Tristan was endurable on any particular day—but now? Impossible.And here I was, standing in the wake of it all, seeing the entire scene unfold like some moron who listened too closely.Fucking hell.I folded my arms and leaned back against the wall as the glass doors of the conference room slid open.Tristan came out first, his usually sharp gray eyes unblinking, his usual impeccable suit sleek as if the whole ordeal hadn't been a total disaster. HR followed him, appearing downright drained, and the most recent interviewee in tears.I blinked. Tears.
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Alpha In My Sheets The wrong attention
Dylan's POVNothing says "stress relief" quite like sitting back and observing your co-workers getting sloppy on beers while trying not to think about your boss—the same boss who kissed you shitless. Yep, just what I needed. An emotional purge.And icing on the cake, I got to sit here and watch the front-row performance of all the people pretending like they didn't spend most of their workweeks hating their lives. What a magical night.I should have remained home. Worn sweatpants. Binge-watched a show where men and women had mundane, utilitarian relationships. Anything but this.But no. I did come. Like an idiot.And, of course, Tristan wasn't where he was meant to be. He never came to these things—too cold, too somber. Which was just fine by me, because I'd already wasted more than enough time mooning over him.Daydreaming over the touch of his hands on my skin. The way he kissed me like he couldn't live without air if I wasn't there. The way I somehow managed to delude myself, for a
Last Updated : 2025-03-13The Alpha In My Sheets The Jealous Drunk
Dylan's POVI should have left an hour ago.The bar was too loud, the atmosphere too much with the smell of sweat and bad booze, and my goodwill? Gone. Whatever goodwill HR had attempted to create with this company party had dissipated the second Tristan stepped through those glass doors.He wasn't supposed to be here. He never came to these functions. Much better than that, too busy pouting in his ivory tower, finding company functions a waste of time.And yet he was here—sitting alone in a black booth, consuming whiskey and…beer? Like water.I didn't glance at him. I swear I didn’t… more than twice.Besides him I could feel his eyes crawling up and down my body, even when I wasn't technically staring at him.And for fuck sake, I was trying not to care.I adjusted my weight and attempted to focus on the omega next to me—It hadn't been hours yet I couldn't recall her name to save my life. She was pleasant enough, chatty and relaxed, and at the moment, I'd take any distraction I could
Last Updated : 2025-03-14The Alpha In My Sheets The kiss that shouldn’t have happened (I)
Dylan’s PovI should have said no.I should have laughed in his face and stormed out and left him thrashing about in the whiskey-muddled fury.But I did get up—of course."Guess I'm you’re chauffeur now," I grumbled."Good luck," I’m pretty sure I heard someone say.I did not need luck. I needed therapy.Tristan had already moved for his coat at the rear of the chair when I arrived, his smile to himself, his face locked in a mask. He did not say a word when I walked past him to the door, pounding of my heart echoing through my head.The bitter, slapping wind of night hit me in the face the moment I opened the door. I took deep breaths, wishing it would calm the raggity feeling threatening to boil up beneath the skin of my face. It didn't.Tristan followed close behind me—silent, persistent, and just tipsy enough to get in the way.The night was a chorus of noise emanating from the city—horns blaring, honking, slurred laughter, the beat of music drifting out a long way down the open ba
Last Updated : 2025-03-15The Alpha In My Sheets The kiss that shouldn’t have happened (II)
Dylan’s PovPah!I swatted his hand aside in annoyance and frustration, and from then on, the mood was tense.The movement was quiet—too quiet. The only thing that could be heard in the vehicle was the gentle purring of the motor and the gentle shifting noises of Tristan adjusting himself in his seat. I looked straight ahead on the road, holding the steering wheel as though it was the only thing to keep me in place.I would not look at him.I could sense him, anyway. Each raging flash he commandeered, each gentle breath he drew. His whole presence a sledge to my senses, battering against the frayed edges of my restraint.This was a big fucking mistake.A ginormous, heart-wrenching blunder in the process of occurring.But I didn't hold back. I didn't hit the brakes. I sped on—into the wreckage that I knew lay ahead for me.When we arrived at his building's underground parking garage, I shut off the engine and took a deep breath, hoping that the ache in my chest would subside. It didn't
Last Updated : 2025-03-16The Alpha In My Sheets The breaking point
Dylan’s PovI sprinted down the corridor, my own heart pounding so furiously that I could hear it in my own head. My fists stung from hitting him, but I didn't feel a moment's regret—not a single iota.The nerve of him. The sheer, goddamn nerve.I should have walked. Should have thrown his keys in his face and walked away and left him to his own devices to get himself home. But no, because I was stupid—a broken, desperate stupid that never learned its lesson where Tristan Wolfe was concerned."Dylan," his voice behind me—deep, rough, and too damn close.I didn't.I couldn't.If I lost my temper, I'd say something I couldn't retract. And worse—feel things I couldn't control.But Tristan wasn't going to let me get away so cheap."Dylan!"His other hand wrapped around my wrist, and I was yanked up short inches from the bar. His warmth seeped into me through his fingers, stretched already-thin patience out all over again.Let go, I force through my teeth, not willing to turn around. If I
Last Updated : 2025-03-17The Alpha In My Sheets Enter Oliver Sinclair
Dylan’s POVThis month was purgatory. It’s been bloody hell. Swear, I died and went to hell.I fooled myself it would be easy—measuring the seconds until I could get away from Tristan Wolfe and the lunacy he lured me into behind me. I was lying to myself and thought I could, that a single month would not kill me. It was a fucking lie.Every day crawled by at a snail's pace, as if it were some sort of sick torture. And Tristan? He made it harder. Much harder.He wasn't cold—he was ice. Cutthroat, bitter, and inscrutable. He stopped growling at me like he once did, stopped leaving me stranded behind in his office late with pretext, and for the first time in his life, let HR schedule interviews without automatically rejecting every abject failure to fall on his desk.It ought to have been a relief. It wasn't.Because in some way, the silence—the emptiness—was so much worse. It didn’t help that I felt a little guilty the way I’d gone off on him, I couldn’t help the thought that I was pr
Last Updated : 2025-03-18
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The Alpha In My Sheets Pain is real and it hurts
Tristan's POVIt's everywhere.Every news network, every celebrity website, every goddamn social media—everyone's discussing it.TRISTAN WOLFE CALLS OFF ENGAGEMENT IN SHOCK PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT.OLIVER SINCLAIR EMBARRASSED AT GRAND OPENING.THE MYSTERIOUS MAN WHO STOLE HIS HEART.I could've predicted this. Should've realized the second the words left my mouth that it wouldn't be a ripple—it'd be a fucking tsunami.But I hadn't thought of the press. Hadn't thought of the board. Hadn't even thought of my father.Because all I'd been thinking was him.Dylan.And now?He won't answer.I tense my hand into a fist around my phone, scanning the last text I'd sent him.Talk to me. Please.Nothing.I don't know what's worse than the entire world having an opinion about my life these days, or the fact that the one person I actually care about won't even give me a text message back.My head is pounding. I haven't slept. Haven't eaten. The last thing in my body was whiskey, and it did nothing what
The Alpha In My Sheets The fallout begins (II)
I feel the intent of his words settle over me like a suffocating blanket. I don’t want to deal with this. I don’t want any part of it. I just want to be left the fuck alone.But the truth is, I’m already in it. And I’m not getting out. Not now.Not after everything.The room is too quiet after Oliver’s words. Too all sorts of weird. Too fucking much. My phone keeps buzzing on the table, screen lighting up with missed calls, messages, notifications that I already know will be a mess to deal with. But I don’t reach for it.I just stare at Oliver, because something in his expression tells me that whatever he’s about to say next? It’s worse than anything flashing across the internet right now.I swallow, my voice rough. “What do you mean, ‘do you know what Tristan’s done to himself?’”Oliver doesn’t answer right away. He just shakes his head, like he can’t believe I don’t already know. Like I should have put the pieces together. His hands drag through his hair before he exhales sharply. “
The Alpha In My Sheets The fallout begins (I)
(Dylan’s POV)It’s two in the morning, and I can’t get the images out of my head. The chaos. The noise. The cameras flashing. The look on Tristan’s face when he—when he said it. I still don’t know what to make of it. I’m lying there, sprawled on the couch, a glass of whiskey in my hand, but I can’t even bring myself to drink it. I’m just… still. I feel hollow, like I’ve been turned inside out.There’s a knock at the door.I groan, rubbing my eyes. Of course, there’s a knock at the door. It’s late. Too fucking late. But I know exactly who it is.Oliver.I sit up, tossing the glass on the table, before I even process the fact that I’m getting up. My brain is still too scrambled, too fucking full of the mess that has been my life these past few weeks.I open the door before he can knock again, but when I see him standing there, all I feel is exhaustion. He doesn’t look much better than I do—disheveled, a look of regret in his eyes, but there’s still that sharpness to him. That sharpnes
The Alpha In My Sheets You’re too late
(Dylan's POV)I never imagined hearing those words once more. Not after all of it. Not after the deception and the heartache, the broken promises that had been set out before me like a bad joke. And yet there they were, tumbling from Tristan's lips, raw and desperate."Give me another chance.I had no clue what to do with that. I had no clue how to interpret the vehemence of it because all I could do was think about the last time he had talked so similarly.How he had gone about it so cavalierly, so cavalier, as if my heart—my trust—was something that could simply be returned with an apology. But I was too tired to be duped again.I couldn't suppress the bitter laugh that ripped from my lips, cutting through the space between us. "You want another chance? You had one. You had so many. And you discarded them all."I didn't even recognize my own voice. It was chill, removed. I had to make it so. I had to keep myself at arm's length, or else I was going to break.Tristan's expression eas
The Alpha In My Sheets Running from the truth
Dylan’s POVI couldn't breathe. My chest was tightening, lungs wheezing like they'd never drawn breath before. With every thump of my heart, there was a drumming in my ears, a continuous boom of terror, fear, and something I couldn't pinpoint.What the heck was going on?That wasn't genuine. Not here. Not in that way. Not before all the others. Not with the reporters, the flashbulb-snapping dogs, the craze clucking in the distance like some rabid animals.I had to leave.I couldn't stay.My body took over before my mind had even begun to catch up. One step, two, three, and then I was pushing through the crowd, the yells getting louder behind, but I wasn't listening. I couldn't.I simply had to escape.Away from Oliver. Away from his beautiful, chiseled face just shattered enough for me to get a glimpse of how fucking pissed he was. Away from the grip of shadows that had become a fucking underworld.Away from Tristan.But as I was running away, as I believed I'd reached the door to fre
The Alpha In My Sheets The announcement that broke everything
Tristan's POVThe moment you're about to do something that changes everything, there's this moment—this acutefast breathless moment—where your head does the calculation on all the ways you can still change your mind. Where your body screams at you to stop, to rethink, to think twice.I'd done it before.I was seven the first time I learned what it was like to go off script.It was summer. My dad had brought me to one of those extravagant garden parties at one of his business acquaintances, a man whose handshake was too tight and daughter, Eleanor, whose curls were so beautifully brushed they didn't move, not even on a sweltering summer afternoon.I had been instructed very specifically by my father in advance. You'll be polite to Eleanor. You'll eat with her. You'll eat the same as she does. And when she talks about her new piano, you'll say you have one too.I didn't have a piano, however. I had a guitar.I didn't love the piano, didn't love Eleanor, but I loved that dumb guitar. And
The Alpha In My Sheets No thoughts of Tristan
Dylan’s PovI had not thought about Tristan.I wasn’t dreaming about him either, I was being responsible, grown and totally, possibly not losing my mind, and living like a zombie this past few months.I was most definitely okay.I was repeating that again and again to myself, like a mantra to remove the persistent thoughts.I had not called or talked to him since that evening, and I was doing a pretty good job of being too busy to remember.The opening of the art hotel had been just the diversion. Flashy and high-society, exactly the type of event to take my mind off all the things that made my head spin in circles.The sort of diversion that prevented me from wondering why I had this constant gnawing in my chest that work or liquor couldn't drown out.The room was full of a who's who of media barons, art snobs, and a sprinkling of socialites who never appeared to be lost for words but never appeared to have anything worthwhile to say whatsoever.There was media everywhere—the flash o
The Alpha In My Sheets Prettyboy fever
Fuck sleep.Seriously, fuck it. I close my eyes, and there he is. I open them, and I swear I can still smell him. My brain won’t shut the fuck up about him, and it’s becoming a goddamn problem.Not just in the usual ways—like the suffocating ache in my chest, or the endless loop of memories clawing at my brain. No, now it’s worse. Now, it’s in my work. My fucking work.And I don’t fuck up at work. Ever.Except lately? I do.And Bobby—my new, overly enthusiastic, way-too-perky-for-this-shit assistant—is paying the price.“Sir, I just need your signature—”“Then fucking ask for it instead of standing there like a lost puppy.”Bobby’s eyes widen a little before he scurries away, and yeah, okay, maybe that was unnecessary, but I don’t have the energy to care. I rub my temples, exhaling sharply. I can feel the stress thrumming in my veins, tight and unrelenting.Or maybe it’s not stress.Maybe it’s fucking Dylan.Again.Always.I shove back from my desk, chair scraping against the floor, t
The Alpha In My Sheets Break
I immersed myself in work. It was the only way I could keep my head from wandering—away from the one man that I couldn't have.It was easier to get lost in spreadsheets, emails, and event planning than face the fact that I couldn't move on. That Tristan continued to insert himself in my mind like a ghost that I couldn't shake.Work was a buffer. A distraction.But no matter how many times I double-checked the guest list for the Art Hotel's grand opening or went through the seating arrangement drill for the umpteenth time, the aching did not subside."Dylan." Oliver's voice was like a rope, pulling me out of drowning. I did not bother to look up from my laptop."Yeah?""You've been sitting at that computer for hours." He stood in the doorway, his stance relaxed, but there was something in his eyes I couldn't quite identify.I let out a sigh, but didn't pause typing. "I'm busy.""No, you're hiding." He didn't give me time to answer, his tone already gentler. "You can't work yourself int
