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The Alpha In My Sheets It could all go boom
Tristan’s Pov Dylan walked past my office without looking at me.But I felt it.That pull. That dumbass, invisible force that made my breath hitch, made my jaw clench, made my hand tighten around the pen like I could stab the feeling out of me if I just gripped hard enough.I didn’t look at him. I didn’t call out.But my body burned with the memory of him.I remember three months ago….Fucking three months ago…..Pain had come slow. Like it was creeping through my body, crawling up my leg in dull, throbbing pulses before turning sharp—white-hot agony slashing through me the second I moved.Shit.My ankle.It was brokem.I leaned against the tree, pressing my palm against the bark, breathing through my nose. In. Out. Don’t panic. Don’t freak. Don’t—you’re fine.The night pressed in around me, thick and suffocating, the trees swallowing up the sky. Nothing but darkness and the distant rustle of something unseen.My horse was gone.Little bastard had bolted the second I hit the ground.
Last Updated : 2025-03-07The Alpha In My Sheets Let’s end it here
Dylan's POV"Let's end it."The moment the words moved from my mouth, the mood of the room changed. That dead, strangling quietness when you've spoken something so final, even the world goes, "damn, you sure about that?"Yeah. That.Tristan sat behind his ridiculously expensive desk—good grief, did he drag that abomination from the bottom of hell just to scare me even more?—his gray eyes locked onto mine. Hunting. Conclusion. Maybe attempting to gaslight me into thinking I hadn't just spoken what I spoke.What?" His tone was low, controlled. But I saw it. The twitch in his fingers. The slight tension of his jaw. Oh, he was reaching for control all right.I swallowed the constriction in my throat. This was it. No going back."I know about Oliver."A blink. A giveaway. The slightest crack in his perfectly maintained facade before he shut it again. But it was enough.I forced myself to maintain his stare even as my stomach performed a complete Olympic gymnastics routine. "About your enga
Last Updated : 2025-03-08The Alpha In My Sheets Terrible Boss
Dylan's POVThose days after the fight crawled like a desert.I didn't know what I was thinking after walking outta Tristan's office, but I'd stupidly, foolishly hoped that maybe, somehow, it'd lessen. That one mornin', I'd wake and the pain inside my chest wouldn't be so damn suffocating.It did the opposite instead.Couldn't sleep. Ate hardly anything. The moment I closed my eyes, I could see him—his unbreakable face, that cold voice of his telling me our circumstances wouldn't change, even after he married another. His words ran through my mind, day after day, like some pitiful broken record I couldn't turn off.It made me angry.No—he did.I was so goddamn sick of being the fool. Of falling for alphas who told me pretty little lies just to leave me with nothing. Mason had done it first. Now Tristan was no different.I was fucking a man who was engaged. Worst part was Tristan had no intentions of telling me, he didn’t think I was worth telling.Man did that hurt.And yet—despite al
Last Updated : 2025-03-10The Alpha In My Sheets Mr Wolfe and Mr. Harper
Dylan’s PovTristan fell onto the desk with a lifeless thud, his broad shoulders shaking once in shock. For a moment, my body protested—I almost jumped forward, my hands at the ready, forming fists against my waist, my body betraying me in its helpless worry.Then I remembered.This was Tristan Wolfe. A man who had just kissed me like he still owned me, like I belonged to him and he could do with me and do what he wanted. A man who was standing there, silent, stoic, providing me with nothing—no comfort, no answer, no apology.Nothing.I leaned back."I've made up my mind." My tone was firm, though there was a storm raging within me. "I can't continue like this—being your lover, and having no future."The words felt heavier than I'd expected, as if I was completing something that never really belonged to me to begin with.Tristan did not blink. He simply stiffened, his gray eyes boring into me like that, and my stomach dropping. His expression was blank, his body as naturally loose as
Last Updated : 2025-03-11The Alpha In My Sheets Replacements
Dylan's POVI said I was finished. That I had made my choice, boxed up my feelings, and closed the lid tight.But giving up Tristan Wolfe wasn't something I could do as simply as scribbling out a resignation notice and acting like the past few months hadn't occurred.Every day, ever since, I'd watched the slow deterioration of the office around him. The strain seeping into the walls, the creases of fatigue accumulating on all our faces. Tristan was endurable on any particular day—but now? Impossible.And here I was, standing in the wake of it all, seeing the entire scene unfold like some moron who listened too closely.Fucking hell.I folded my arms and leaned back against the wall as the glass doors of the conference room slid open.Tristan came out first, his usually sharp gray eyes unblinking, his usual impeccable suit sleek as if the whole ordeal hadn't been a total disaster. HR followed him, appearing downright drained, and the most recent interviewee in tears.I blinked. Tears.
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Alpha In My Sheets The wrong attention
Dylan's POVNothing says "stress relief" quite like sitting back and observing your co-workers getting sloppy on beers while trying not to think about your boss—the same boss who kissed you shitless. Yep, just what I needed. An emotional purge.And icing on the cake, I got to sit here and watch the front-row performance of all the people pretending like they didn't spend most of their workweeks hating their lives. What a magical night.I should have remained home. Worn sweatpants. Binge-watched a show where men and women had mundane, utilitarian relationships. Anything but this.But no. I did come. Like an idiot.And, of course, Tristan wasn't where he was meant to be. He never came to these things—too cold, too somber. Which was just fine by me, because I'd already wasted more than enough time mooning over him.Daydreaming over the touch of his hands on my skin. The way he kissed me like he couldn't live without air if I wasn't there. The way I somehow managed to delude myself, for a
Last Updated : 2025-03-13The Alpha In My Sheets The Jealous Drunk
Dylan's POVI should have left an hour ago.The bar was too loud, the atmosphere too much with the smell of sweat and bad booze, and my goodwill? Gone. Whatever goodwill HR had attempted to create with this company party had dissipated the second Tristan stepped through those glass doors.He wasn't supposed to be here. He never came to these functions. Much better than that, too busy pouting in his ivory tower, finding company functions a waste of time.And yet he was here—sitting alone in a black booth, consuming whiskey and…beer? Like water.I didn't glance at him. I swear I didn’t… more than twice.Besides him I could feel his eyes crawling up and down my body, even when I wasn't technically staring at him.And for fuck sake, I was trying not to care.I adjusted my weight and attempted to focus on the omega next to me—It hadn't been hours yet I couldn't recall her name to save my life. She was pleasant enough, chatty and relaxed, and at the moment, I'd take any distraction I could
Last Updated : 2025-03-14The Alpha In My Sheets The kiss that shouldn’t have happened (I)
Dylan’s PovI should have said no.I should have laughed in his face and stormed out and left him thrashing about in the whiskey-muddled fury.But I did get up—of course."Guess I'm you’re chauffeur now," I grumbled."Good luck," I’m pretty sure I heard someone say.I did not need luck. I needed therapy.Tristan had already moved for his coat at the rear of the chair when I arrived, his smile to himself, his face locked in a mask. He did not say a word when I walked past him to the door, pounding of my heart echoing through my head.The bitter, slapping wind of night hit me in the face the moment I opened the door. I took deep breaths, wishing it would calm the raggity feeling threatening to boil up beneath the skin of my face. It didn't.Tristan followed close behind me—silent, persistent, and just tipsy enough to get in the way.The night was a chorus of noise emanating from the city—horns blaring, honking, slurred laughter, the beat of music drifting out a long way down the open ba
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Dylan’s POVI barely have time to catch my breath before Tristan’s hands are on me again, pulling me closer, his grip firm and unyielding. I don’t even have a chance to process the shift before he pushes me back onto the bed, his body following mine down. The mattress creaks under our combined weight, and I barely manage to brace myself before Tristan is straddling my waist, pinning me down.His eyes are dark, heavy-lidded, and wild—like he’s barely holding himself together. My pulse races, heart thundering in my chest, and I can feel the heat rolling off him in waves. His hands are on either side of my head, caging me in, and he leans down, our noses brushing, his breath hot and uneven against my lips.I can’t think straight. Everything’s spinning out of control, and I know I should push him back—should remind him that he’s still feverish and not in his right mind. But fuck, the way he’s looking at me—like I’m the only thing anchoring him to reality—it’s got me trapped.“Tristan,” I
The Alpha In My Sheets Finding stability
Dylan’s POVMy body buzzing from the way his hands had moved over me, the way his lips had claimed mine like he was staking his territory.Tristan’s hands are still trembling, but now they’re softer, almost hesitant as he pushes me back gently onto the bed. He straddles me, his fingers tracing my collarbone and drifting down to my chest, his eyes still dark with desire but tempered now with something softer—something almost tender.He swallows hard, his throat bobbing, and I can feel his pulse racing under my hands as I rest them on his hips. There’s something unspoken hanging in the air, and I know he’s fighting to keep himself composed.“Are you okay?” I ask quietly, brushing his hair back from his face.He nods, but his hands are still shaking, his breath uneven. I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he’s trying to ground himself. I reach up, cupping his face, and he leans into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.“Talk to me,” I murmur, my thumb stroking his
The Alpha In My Sheets Let me XXX you
Dylan’s POVI’m losing it.Tristan’s hands are moving with more purpose now, slipping under my shirt, fingertips tracing the lines of my ribs. His touch is scorching, leaving trails of fire on my skin. I can’t help the way my breath hitches, the way my body instinctively responds to his touch. I know I should be pulling back, telling him to calm down, but fuck, it’s impossible when he’s looking at me like this—eyes dark, lips parted, and his hands sliding up my sides.He leans in, his mouth finding the hollow of my collarbone, and his lips are hot, pressing open-mouthed kisses that make my head spin. I grip his hips, trying to steady both of us, but he just presses closer, his chest flush against mine, his mouth dragging up to my neck.“Tristan…” I whisper, trying to sound firm, but it comes out like a rasp.He doesn’t answer—just nips at my collarbone, sucking the skin gently before kissing it again, as if apologizing for the bite. I can’t think straight. My hands slide up to his wa
The Alpha In My Sheets Memories and temptation
Dylan’s POVI’m trying to keep my mind straight—keep my focus on soothing Tristan and not on how his hands won’t stop wandering. His fingers are tracing the line of my neck, light and teasing, and I can’t ignore how his touch makes my skin tingle. I know he’s still battling the remnants of his heat, but his movements are slower now, more purposeful, as if he’s caught in some trance of his own making.“Hey,” I murmur, trying to ground him. “Tell me more about your mom’s piano songs. What was your favorite?”Tristan’s fingers slide from my neck to my collarbone, his eyes still half-lidded, that feverish glow lingering in his gaze. “She used to play this old waltz… I can’t remember the name. I just know it was sad. Bittersweet. She’d play it when she thought no one was listening.”He moves closer, his lips brushing against my jaw before I can react, and I stiffen, swallowing hard. “Tristan, focus,” I say, voice low. “What did you want to be when you were a kid?”He pauses, his hands slid
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Dylan’s POVI barely have time to react before Tristan steps closer, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt. He pulls it over his head in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor. The heat coming off his bare skin is suffocating, and my brain stalls, caught between instinct and reason.He’s standing there, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his torso, eyes locked on mine with a wild, feverish intensity. My mouth goes dry. His muscles tense and relax under his flushed skin, and it’s impossible not to notice every line, every defined plane of his body.He takes another step forward, and I instinctively take one back, my back hitting the wall. His lips curl into a half-smile, and there’s something feral about the way he’s looking at me.“We’re just stalling, you know,” he says, voice rough and low. “You’re just trying to delay the inevitable.”My heart is pounding so loud I can barely hear him. “Tristan… you’re not thinking straight. You don’t want this.”His eyes narrow, a glint
The Alpha In My Sheets The conscious point
Dylan’s POVI’m holding onto my sanity by a thread. Tristan’s body is pressed up against mine, his head still resting on my chest, and I’m trying to keep my breathing steady, my hands moving gently through his hair. His fever hasn’t broken, but his shaking has eased a little, and for a moment, I think he might finally be calming down.Then his hands shift, moving up from my waist to cup my face, his fingers tracing my jawline with a featherlight touch. My heart stutters, and I swallow hard, fighting to keep my reaction under control.He’s looking at me through half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide and glistening with something raw and unfiltered. His thumb brushes over my cheek, and I can feel the tremor in his touch, the way he’s barely holding himself together.“Prettyboy…” he whispers, voice shaky and soft. “Make it stop.”I know what he’s asking for—relief, comfort, something to pull him out of this feverish haze. I can feel his desperation like a physical force, wrapping around us
The Alpha In My Sheets Unspoken yearning
Dylan’s POVI know I’m in trouble the second Tristan’s mouth brushes against my neck. It’s just a fleeting touch—barely there—but it sets every nerve on fire. My breath hitches, and I force myself to stay still, my fingers tangled in his hair, gently massaging his scalp to keep him calm.He’s too hot—feverish and restless, his body shifting against mine, making me acutely aware of every inch of him pressed up against me. I tell myself to focus, to breathe through it, but it’s fucking impossible when he’s nuzzling into me, his lips grazing my skin again, this time more deliberate.“Tristan,” I murmur, trying to sound steady. “You need to rest.”He doesn’t answer—just sighs against my collarbone, his hands slipping from my shirt to trace along my sides. The touch is slow, almost absentminded, but it’s sending shocks straight through me. I swallow hard, reminding myself that he’s not in his right mind, that the heat is making him like this.But then he does it again—his lips ghost over m
The Alpha In My Sheets Boundaries and longing
Dylan’s POVTristan’s breathing has calmed some, but his skin still feels too hot, his pulse too rapid. I know I need to do something to help him cool down, but his hands are gripping my shirt with a kind of desperate strength, like he’s terrified I’ll slip away if he lets go.“Tristan,” I whisper softly, brushing his hair out of his face. “I need to get something to help you cool down, okay?”His grip tightens, his fingers curling into the fabric. “Don’t… go,” he mumbles, voice hoarse and laced with lingering need.I swallow the knot in my throat, forcing a smile. “I’m not leaving. Just let me get a cloth to help, alright?”His eyes are barely open, but I can feel his body tense as if the idea of me moving even a few feet away is unbearable. I don’t blame him; the synthetic heat drugs are making his instincts go haywire.“I’m not leaving,” I repeat gently, squeezing his hand. After a moment, he lets me pull away just enough to reach the bathroom. I grab a small towel, soaking it in c
The Alpha In My Sheets Reluctant surrender
Dylan’s POVIt feels like the room is collapsing in on itself, engulfed by the bloated scent of heat that Tristan’s body is emitting. He’s barely coherent, his head lolling against my shoulder, his breaths coming out in ragged, shallow gasps. I can feel his pulse racing under my fingertips, his skin feverishly hot.I know he can’t stay here like this. The paramedics have done all they can, and the suppressants aren’t working. I don’t trust anyone else to handle him right now—not when he’s this vulnerable, this raw. I take a deep breath, steadying myself before carefully pulling him up from the chair.“Tristan,” I murmur softly, brushing his damp hair out of his face. “We need to move you somewhere safer. Can you stand?”He mumbles something, too low for me to catch, but when I pull him to his feet, his legs give out almost immediately. I catch him before he hits the ground, wrapping my arm firmly around his waist. His body slumps against mine, and I can feel every tremor that runs thr
