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The Alpha In My Sheets 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
The Alpha In My Sheets 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
The Alpha In My Sheets 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
The Alpha In My Sheets 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
The Alpha In My Sheets Reflecting on the future
Tristan’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
The Alpha In My Sheets Missed your XXX
Dylan’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
The Alpha In My Sheets Love and vulnerability
Dylan’s POVWe’re walking back to my place, side by side, our hands brushing now and then. I’m trying not to look too obvious about wanting to hold his hand—like, I’ve been wanting this for so long that it almost feels unreal. Like any second now, I’ll wake up and realize it was all just another one of those dreams where he says everything I’ve ever wanted to hear.But it’s real. He’s right here. He’s with me. And he chose me.I can’t help but sneak a glance at him, and he catches me doing it, raising one eyebrow like he’s daring me to say something. I just shake my head, trying to hide the stupid grin on my face. Tristan looks good—no, scratch that—he looks fucking incredible. Relaxed. Not like the guy who always seemed to have the pressure of the world on his shoulders. There’s something softer in his eyes now, and I kinda want to kiss him just for looking like that.“Why you grinning like that?” he asks, giving me this lazy smirk that makes my stomach flip.I shrug, trying to play
The Alpha In My Sheets Passionate realization
Dylan’s POV Tristan’s words are still resounding in my head. I’ve wanted you since the day you walked into my life. I can barely think straight, my heart racing so fast I’m surprised I’m still standing. He’s looking at me like he’s waiting for me to say something, to do something, and I can’t hold back anymore. I reach up, grab his face with both hands, and pull him down into a kiss that’s nothing like the ones we’ve shared before. This one’s rough, raw, and desperate. I’m pouring everything I’ve kept bottled up—the fear, the longing, the regret—right into it. Tristan groans against my mouth, his hands instantly finding my hips, pulling me flush against him. The feel of his body, hard and unyielding, makes my head spin. He kisses me back with just as much hunger, his teeth scraping against my bottom lip before he sucks on it, drawing a soft, needy sound out of me. He pushes me back until I’m pressed against the rough stone wall again, his hands sliding up under my shirt, fingers tr
The Alpha In My Sheets Emotional responses
Dylan’s POVI’m still trying to wrap my head around everything Tristan just admitted—the way he cut ties with his father, started his own business, and broke things off with Oliver. All of it just to be here, with me. It doesn’t feel real.I’m still processing it when Tristan finally speaks again, his voice quieter, almost hesitant. “You know,” he starts, his gaze fixed on the waves, “people always think I’m… strong. Confident. The kind of guy who doesn’t let shit bother him.”I don’t say anything, just let him talk. There’s something in his tone that tells me he needs to get this out.He swallows, rubbing his hands together like he’s trying to keep them warm. “Truth is… I’ve always felt lonely. Even when I was surrounded by people, even when I was doing everything right, meeting everyone’s expectations. It never… it never filled that fucking empty space inside me.”I feel my chest tighten, and I want to reach out, but I don’t want to interrupt. He’s never talked like this before—so o
