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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
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Dylan’s PovI glanced across at the bag on the ground in front of me. "And what's that then?""Open it," he teased, his voice husky and sensual, like he was telling a dirty secret to me.I ripped the bag open against my will and yanked out a box. It was velvet-covered, tiny, with—shit.I opened the top.A cufflink. Just one. Silver, beautifully burnished to a blindingly brilliant shine, with a very small little wolf's head punched into the center."You—" My jaws were clenched. "You're kidding me."Oliver laughed, deep and smooth. "What? I figured you'd earned well enough for a little reward. You're as much second in command as this place has right now."I slammed the box closed and jammed it at him. "I don't want it."His smile just widened, as if he'd had a clear bet that it would be his response. "Relax, Dylan. It's just a gift."Never 'just' anything, incidentally, with rich people, anyone with half a sense knew that.“You should save your generosity for your fiancé,” I snapped.He
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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
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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 PovI had barely finished gasping for air from the whole art show fiasco when my life decided to get even more complicated.The office was its usual circus—phones jangling, emails piling up, and the subtle scent of high-end coffee lingering in the air. I was neck-deep in scheduling hell, coordinating yet another last-minute meeting Tristan hadn't bothered to inform me about, when a voice I knew called out above the chaos."Morning, sunshine."Fucking hell.I looked up, and there he was. Oliver Sinclair. Leaning on the reception desk like he was king of the world, dressed in a navy business suit that probably cost more than I spent on the entire apartment lease. His hair was perfectly disheveled in that I rolled out of bed this way and you'll never be cooler than me type of way, and his smile? Tolerable.I sighed, already bracing myself for whatever kind of devastation he was about to unleash. "Mr. Wolfe is in a meeting," I said bluntly. "You'll have to wait."A slow, self-sati
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Tristan’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
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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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Dylan’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
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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 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
The Alpha In My Sheets The decision that changes everything
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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Tristan’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
The Alpha In My Sheets The Offer
Dylan’s PovI had barely finished gasping for air from the whole art show fiasco when my life decided to get even more complicated.The office was its usual circus—phones jangling, emails piling up, and the subtle scent of high-end coffee lingering in the air. I was neck-deep in scheduling hell, coordinating yet another last-minute meeting Tristan hadn't bothered to inform me about, when a voice I knew called out above the chaos."Morning, sunshine."Fucking hell.I looked up, and there he was. Oliver Sinclair. Leaning on the reception desk like he was king of the world, dressed in a navy business suit that probably cost more than I spent on the entire apartment lease. His hair was perfectly disheveled in that I rolled out of bed this way and you'll never be cooler than me type of way, and his smile? Tolerable.I sighed, already bracing myself for whatever kind of devastation he was about to unleash. "Mr. Wolfe is in a meeting," I said bluntly. "You'll have to wait."A slow, self-sati
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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
