The Alpha In My Sheets
Tristan is an alpha, strong and silent, with control over everything around him, he only screws omegas, everyone knows that, he is a perfectionist, everyone knows that, Dylan Harper is the only assistant he tolerates, everyone knows that, but what everyone doesn’t know is Tristan is the Alpha under Dylan’s sheets.
Dylan is just a beta, kind and invisible. When they’re forced together by work, tension builds between them, but Dylan knows his place. Alphas don’t look at betas like him. There’s no room for dreams or hope. But after waking up one day with an Alpha under his sheets, Dylan starts to wonder if he’s been wrong about everything. Will he remain just a shadow to Tristian, or is there more to his story?
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Tristan’s breath was steady, but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I stood too close. My fingers brushed against his arm, just enough to make the heat between us undeniable.
“Don’t…” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine.
But I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. His presence was too much, too magnetic. My body hummed with a hunger I didn’t know how to quiet.
His eyes locked with mine, intense, searching, like he knew what I was feeling before I did. “You’re too close,” he whispered.
I stayed silent, caught between the urge to pull away and the need to be closer. His breath, warm on my skin, made it harder to think.
“Do you intend to trigger your heat again, my pretty little thing?” He breathed out and I could have climaxed right there and then.
Basahin
Chapter: Epilogue (4)Dylan’s POVI stretch, reaching out for Tristan, but my hand finds cool sheets instead.My eyes crack open, and I immediately spot him through the open doors leading to the terrace. He’s leaning against the railing, shirtless, a cup of coffee cradled in his hands, his silhouette outlined by the morning sun. Damn, he looks good like that—hair a bit messy, back muscles shifting under his skin as he moves.I get up quietly, wrapping the thin sheet around my waist, and pad out to join him. He doesn’t notice me at first, too lost in thought. I take the opportunity to slip my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my face between his shoulder blades.He hums softly, leaning back into me. “Morning, Prettyboy.”I kiss his bare shoulder, nuzzling the spot where his skin’s still warm from sleep. “Morning. You’re up early.”He shrugs, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”I step around to his side, raising an eyebrow. “Good stuff or bad stuff?”He meets my
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Chapter: Epilogue (3)Dylan’s POVThe reception’s a is a lot of laughter, clinking glasses, and too many toasts. My cheeks hurt from smiling, and my head’s pleasantly fuzzy from the champagne. Tristan’s hand hasn’t left mine all night, and every time I catch his eye, there’s this fire there—like he can’t believe we actually did it. Hell, I can’t believe it either.Eventually, we escape the crowd, slipping out the back with people still cheering behind us. The wedding car’s waiting—a sleek, classic model with white ribbons on the side. I can’t help but laugh when Tristan practically drags me inside, shutting the door behind us.As soon as it clicks shut, he pulls me onto his lap, and I don’t even think twice. My legs straddle his thighs, and his hands find my waist, squeezing like he’s afraid I’ll slip away. The car jolts into motion, but all I can focus on is Tristan—how his pupils are blown wide, how his chest is still heaving from the excitement.He’s staring at me like he can’t quite believe I’m here, s
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Chapter: Epilogue (2)Tristan’s POVI can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Marriage. Me. Tristan Wolfe. It sounds fucking surreal. I’ve faced down board meetings, told my old man to go to hell, and built a business from scratch, but somehow this—standing in this quiet room in a damn tux—is making my hands shake like a fucking rookie.Oliver, of course, notices. He’s sitting on the edge of the dresser, nursing a glass of whiskey and looking entirely too pleased with himself. He raises an eyebrow, smirking at me through the mirror. “You look like you’re about to puke.”I glare at him, fumbling with the stupid bow tie that just won’t sit right. “Shut up. I’m fine.”He snorts, setting his glass down. “Sure, you are. You’re sweating like you just ran a marathon.”I growl under my breath, yanking the tie loose and trying again. “I’m not nervous. Just… trying to get this damn thing to behave.”Oliver stands, brushing invisible lint off his suit, and steps up behind me, batting my hands away. “Let me.”I watch h
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Chapter: Epilogue (1)Tristan’s POVEight months. Feels like a lifetime and a blink all at once. I still can’t believe how much has changed. Hell, I can’t believe how much I’ve changed. Sometimes I catch myself looking in the mirror, half-expecting to see that same guy who used to just nod along to whatever his dad wanted, who did what was expected without a second thought.But that guy’s gone. He’s not coming back.My company’s thriving. More than thriving—it’s making a name for itself, and not just because of my last name, but because of the shit I’ve built from the ground up. Turns out people actually respect me more now that I’m not Richard Wolfe’s puppet. That first month was brutal—learning how to balance books, making deals without my dad’s influence hanging over my head. But I did it. We did it.Dylan’s been with me every step of the way. The guy’s a fucking genius with numbers and logistics, and honestly, I wouldn’t have made it without him. He’s unofficially become my right-hand man. Never let me
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Chapter: Reflecting on the futureTristan’s POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the light filtering through the curtains, warm and soft, painting the room in shades of gold. The second thing I notice is the weight on my chest—Dylan, still half-asleep, his head resting just below my collarbone, one of his hands curled into the fabric of my shirt.I take a deep breath, letting the feeling sink in. It’s been so long since I’ve woken up like this—with someone I actually want to be with, in a place that feels safe. The knot of tension that’s been sitting in my gut for weeks is gone, replaced by something I can’t quite describe—maybe hope. Maybe peace.Dylan shifts, nuzzling into my chest, and I can’t help but smile. His hair’s a mess, sticking up in weird angles, and his lips are slightly parted. It’s fucking adorable, and I’m half tempted to wake him just so I can tease him about it.But then he mumbles something incoherent, buries his face deeper into my shirt, and I realize that waking him up would be an abso
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Chapter: Missed your XXXDylan’s POVAs soon as the words leave his mouth—I love you too—it’s like something snaps inside me. All the tension, the weeks of missing him, the fear that I’d lost him for good—it all just explodes, and I can’t keep my hands off him.I grab his face and pull him into another kiss, harder this time, deeper, like I’m trying to make up for all the moments I thought I’d never get to do this again. Tristan responds instantly, his hands gripping my hips and dragging me closer, like he’s making sure I’m not going anywhere.Our mouths move together hungrily, lips and tongues clashing, and I can feel his hands sliding up under my shirt, hot and firm against my skin. I shiver when his fingertips graze my ribs, and he pulls back just enough to smirk at me.“Someone’s eager,” he mutters, his voice low and rough.I barely manage a breathless laugh. “You’re one to talk.”He just hums in agreement, his lips finding my jaw, then moving down to my neck, sucking and biting just enough to make my kne
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The Devil’s Boy
“He pressed me to the wall with one hand tight around my throat, the other sliding beneath the thin silk clinging to my skin. I should’ve been begging for help. Instead, my knees went weak when he leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear.
‘Does it hurt, darling?’ he whispered.
I shook my head, even as his fingers left bruises.
‘Good. I like it when you take it.’
God, I hated him.
God, I wanted him to never let go.”
A DARK, EROTIC TALE OF OBSESSION, HUMILIATION, AND HUNGER.
They called him the Devil, a sadist with a crooked smile and hands built for breaking men. In the underworld’s most perverse auction, Luca Ruelle is nothing but trembling prey, sold for a price no soul should fetch. Silk-wrapped, bare, choking on shame and smoke, he should be praying for rescue.
But Kain Astor doesn’t rescue. He claims, corrupts, and devours.
He teaches Luca how it feels to be owned. How pain can bloom where fear lives. How pleasure is just another kind of cruelty. Every command is a dare, every punishment a promise. Under Kain’s hands, Luca learns the exquisite agony of surrender, and the terror of how badly he needs it.
He should be fighting for his life.
Instead, he’s sinking to his knees, eyes glazed, lips parted, whispering the one word that seals his fate—
“Please.”
Basahin
Chapter: Special danceThey didn’t speak again for the rest of the drive. The car moved smoothly through the city, tires whispering over the wet asphalt, headlights slicing through the fog that had begun to roll in from the river. Luca sat rigid, his palms damp where they pressed against his knees, his throat dry. Kain hadn’t looked at him once since they’d left the curb, but Luca could feel him, could feel the hotness of his gaze even when it wasn’t there, like heat clinging to his skin.When the car slowed again, it wasn’t toward a restaurant or an estate Kain favored. The place they stopped in front of was old, sprawling, its stone façade washed in gold from the streetlamps. Balconies with wrought iron curled like black lace across the upper floors, and somewhere inside, music hummed faintly, smooth and low, something jazz-like and foreign.Kain killed the engine. “We’re here,” he said, voice calm again, that strange composure he could pull over himself like another skin.Luca blinked, eyes darting to
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Chapter: PuppyLuca hesitated, hands trembling slightly as he fumbled with the buckle. The click echoed far too loudly in the quiet car.Kain’s hand slid from his thigh to the inside of it, warm through the thin fabric. His thumb pressed gently against the muscle, not quite enough to be indecent, just enough to make Luca’s breath stutter.“I told you,” Kain said, voice low, almost amused, “you look too good tonight.”Luca’s lips parted, but nothing came out. He could only stare as Kain leaned closer, close enough that his breath brushed against the side of his neck, close enough that Luca felt the faintest scrape of his teeth.“You’re trembling again,” Kain murmured. “Do I make you nervous, Luca?”Luca’s voice barely worked. “Y-you always do.”Kain’s chuckle was soft, dark, and utterly predatory. “Good. I like the taste of your panic.”Luca barely had time to flinch before Kain’s hand was on his jaw, the pad of his thumb pressing beneath his chin, tilting his head back until Luca was forced to look
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Chapter: Uncertain thoughtsThe sky had deepened into a soft, dying indigo by the time Luca stepped outside. The air was cool, a strange contrast to the low, feverish warmth sitting in his stomach since Kain had told him to get dressed.The outfit Kain had chosen for him was, in Luca’s quiet opinion, indecent. A deep navy silk shirt with an open front that plunged low enough to show the smooth line of his chest and the delicate dip of his collarbone.The trousers were slim, soft, almost too soft, the material brushing against his thighs when he moved. Kain had insisted on the belt, black leather, gold buckle, tight enough that Luca felt aware of every breath.Kain, however, looked devastating. He wore black, always black, but it was the kind that wasn’t loud about its power. A tailored shirt that clung across his chest, sleeves rolled up to the elbows to reveal the dark, intricate tattoos that wound across his forearms and down his hands. A silver watch gleamed faintly against his wrist. His hair, that infuria
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Chapter: The devil’s playing groundThe maids had barely finished arranging the last of the clothes when Kain moved closer, his steps slow and deliberate. He reached out without hesitation, brushing past a velvet jacket, a shirt trimmed in gold thread, until his fingers landed on a pale blue ensemble, formal, yet somehow indecent. The inner layer was sheer, stitched with faint silver vines that shimmered against the light. It opened across the chest, stopping just above Luca’s ribs, with the rest flowing like water down to his thighs. Kain took it off the rack, held it up against the light, and looked at Luca as though he were already imagining him wearing it.“This one,” Kain said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “It suits you.”Luca blinked at it, then at him, realizing how much skin that outfit would show. His stutter barely made it past his lips. “T-That’s too, too m-much, ”Kain tilted his head, studying him like one would a stubborn piece of art refusing to come alive. “You have a beautiful body, Luca
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Chapter: Welcome back KainThe morning light came in weakly through the half-drawn curtains, slicing the room into soft lines of gold. Luca stirred, his lashes fluttering as the haze of sleep slipped away. The air smelled somewhat of clean linen and something else, cologne, and the lingering, unmistakable scent of Kain.He shifted, blinking against the light, and realized he was naked. Completely.His pulse spiked. Sheets clung to his skin, cool and thin, sticking to the faint sheen of sweat down his spine. He pulled them up fast, clutching them to his chest as he sat up sharply. That’s when he saw him.Kain was standing at the other side of the room, near the desk, sorting through papers in neat, precise movements. He wasn’t in his usual suits. Today he wore a plain black T-shirt that clung too well to his frame and low-slung pants that looked indecent on someone who carried authority like gravity. His blonde hair was a little disheveled, falling in uneven strands across his forehead, and a pair of black-rim
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Chapter: Only death“I sure hope I am not the monster that made you cry in your dreams,” A familiar voice spoke up.For a moment he didn’t know where he was. The room looked wrong in the dark. Too still, too heavy. His heartbeat filled his ears, and the shadows seemed to breathe with him.Then he saw him.Kain was sitting at the edge of the bed, his body framed by the faint spill of moonlight from the open window. The light caught the side of his face, pale, sharp, and streaked. It took Luca a second to realize what he was looking at. Blood. There was blood across Kain’s cheekbone, drying along the curve of his jaw. His hands looked clean, washed, but faint traces still marked the knuckles.Luca’s breath caught.Kain turned to him, black eyes half-hidden beneath his lashes, watching. The darkness made them look deeper, colder, and for a heartbeat, Luca could have sworn they glowed faintly, like a reflection from something burning beneath his skin.Luca’s stutter cracked the silence. “W-what, ” He couldn’
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