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.
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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.”
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Chapter: CrawlI didn’t move.I didn’t even blink.Just stared at him. At that bag. That ridiculous painted smile stretched across brown paper like a sick joke.I didn’t want to crawl. I wasn’t an animal. I wasn’t a… I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t supposed to be here.But my knees twitched like they knew what was coming anyway. Like some old part of me—the scared, soft part that knew what fear looked like dressed in quiet smiles—was already preparing.“I said,” he murmured, “crawl.”I flinched.The voice wasn’t raised. Not sharp. Just firm. Deliberate.Like gravity.“I-I…” I started, voice already wobbling, my breath catching in the back of my throat. “I c-can’t…”A pause.Then he tilted his head, just a little. The paper bag crinkled, and for some reason that tiny sound made my stomach twist.“Were you ever punished as a child?” he asked.I blinked. My chest tightened.“I-I d-don’t… what?”“Punished.” He said it casually. Like it was nothing more than asking about the weather. “Spanked? Belt? Knees
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Chapter: Bought!Sold.That was it. That one word.No applause. No celebration. Just a finality that hit harder than the lights on my face.“Sold to… Mr. Smiley Face.”The words rang in my earpiece like a bullet casing hitting concrete. I stood there, blinking through the light, swallowing past the acid burning in the back of my throat.The curtain shifted behind me.A hand wrapped around my wrist—cool, elegant, unhurried—and I was pulled back behind the veil like a prop whose scene was over.My feet stumbled. I was weightless.Then I was spun gently, and I came face to face with her.The Fox.Her mask was off now, hanging from her fingers by a thin silver ribbon. And god—she was even more devastating without it. That black hair like a waterfall, sleek and shining. Black eyes under heavy lids, lashes thick, lazy, ringed with dark eyebags that made her look like she hadn’t slept in centuries. A beauty mark sat right above the left curve of her lip like a painted-on sin.She looked… mythic.I swallowed,
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Chapter: MerchandiseThere was a light behind my eyelids. Bright. White.Too bright.My mouth was dry. Limbs heavy. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Something clung to my temple. My chest ached.Voices.Low. Male.“—delicate, like porcelain.”“He’ll break easy. That’s why he’s valuable.”“Look at that mouth. Small. Pretty.”I blinked. Eyes stinging.Gray ceiling. Cold light. Metal table under me.Two men stood overhead—one bald, tattooed. The other sharp-jawed, sneering. Both gloved.The bald one pinched my chin.I flinched. “E-excuse me—”Before the words even formed, he slapped me hard across the face.Pain bloomed. My ears rang. I fell off the table, landing hard.“Zatknis’, suka,” the bald one muttered.I didn’t know what it meant. I understood the threat.I stayed down, shaking.Then—“Wh-where’s my brother?”No answer.“I-I got a t-text—” I pushed up, dazed. “I-I’m n-not supposed to b-be here. I c-came to f-find—”“Back on the table,” the other man snapped, grabbing me.I twisted free, backin
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Chapter: PrologueLucaI stood there for five minutes pretending to choose between two brands I couldn’t afford. They were both cardboard and regret in a box, but one was cheaper by twenty-nine cents, and that twenty-nine cents meant I could get two eggs instead of one. My left boot had a rip along the side. I’d stepped in a puddle an hour ago, and now my sock squelched with every motion. I didn’t want to move too fast. It made the wet slap louder.I had five dollars and sixteen cents. A loaf of bread. One onion. Three packs of ramen because they were ten for a dollar, and I told myself it was “stocking up,” like some kind of prepper. Like I wasn’t just broke and starving and trying to make it look like a choice.When I reached the front counter, the clerk didn’t even look up. Just scanned the barcode off the limp bread like he’d seen a hundred other losers walk through that door tonight. Which, to be fair, he probably had.The air outside smelled like rot and damp pavement. I held the little brown ba
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