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The Alpha In My Sheets A new beginning
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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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 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-28The Alpha In My Sheets My Boss
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!"
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-21The Alpha In My Sheets Lunch
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-21The Alpha In My Sheets Trip
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
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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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-21The Alpha In My Sheets Hunting
DylanThe 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
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The Alpha In My Sheets The game begins
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
The Alpha In My Sheets He’s not yours anymore
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
The Alpha In My Sheets A new beginning
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
The Alpha In My Sheets Walking away
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
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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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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
