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The kiss that shouldn’t have happened (II)
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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 : 2025-03-18The Alpha In My Sheets A game of power
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-19The Alpha In My Sheets Art Gallery
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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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-23The 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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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. “
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(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
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(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
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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
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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
