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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!"
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-21The Alpha In My Sheets Stargazing
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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-21The Alpha In My Sheets Ride home
The forest darkened with each minute that passed. The air felt even colder now, cutting through my clothing. I adjusted in my saddle, looking back over my shoulder. Mr. Wolfe sat behind me, his weight pressing against my back. Since I had found him hurt, he hadn’t said much, yet I could sense the tension emanating from him. "We’ll find our way out soon," I stated, attempting to sound assured. He offered no reply. I tightened my hold on the reins. The faint glow of the lantern only lit a small area in front of us, and everything beyond was an endless maze of trees. Only the rustle of leaves and the sound of the horse's hoofs on the ground occasionally broke the eerie silence.We felt as if the forest was swallowing us whole.An hour passed. Maybe even more. The cold seeped into my bones, and I felt Mr. Wolfe shifting behind me, his breathing uneven. He said bluntly, "We are lost," his voice piercing the silence.I quickly said, "We are not lost," but I was not sure who I was attem
Last Updated : 2025-01-24The Alpha In My Sheets Human
The ride was never-ending. More than minutes had passed, I think. The lantern light flickered weakly, and the cold bit at my skin. Mr. Wolfe was silent behind me, but his weight pressed into my back, grounding me. I tried to focus on guiding the horse, but exhaustion clawed at me. My arms ached from holding the reins, my legs stiff from hours of riding. Every now and then, I felt Mr. Wolfe shift slightly. His breathing was consistent yet shallow, which just showed me how much agony he was experiencing. Finally, the soft glow of lights broke through the darkness. The manor. I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding as a wave of relief passed over me. “We’re here,” I said, looking over my shoulder. Mr. Wolfe said nothing, but he tightened his hold on my waist. With the exception of the distant mutter of voices from the manor, the courtyard was quiet. At the entrance, Mr. Wolfe's alleged friends were relaxing with drinks in hand and their laughter resounding thro
Last Updated : 2025-01-24The Alpha In My Sheets Be with me?
I woke up sluggishly, the sun streaming in through the curtains. For a moment, I didn’t realise where I was. The room was strange, and my mind felt foggy. Also, it hit me. I was in Mr. Wolfe’s bed. And he was holding me. His arm was heavy around my body, his body pressed forcefully against my back. I sat, my breath catching in my throat. His warmth strained into me, and I couldn't ignore the steady rise and fall of his breathing against my skin. I tried to move, but the shift only made matters worse. That’s when I felt it. It was insolvable to miss—the unmistakable pressure against the small of my back. My face burnt as I realised what it was. Morning wood. His cock was pressed against me. Bloody hell! My heart quickened, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. I had to get out of there. Swiftly, I slipped out from under his arm, moving as quietly as I could. His grip tensed compactly, and I felt my body stiff. But then he coughed, relaxing again,
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Dylan’s POV I 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
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Dylan’s POV My 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 strokin
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Dylan’s POV I’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 h
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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 POV I 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 g
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Dylan’s POV I’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
The Alpha In My Sheets Unspoken yearning
Dylan’s POV I 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 ov
The Alpha In My Sheets Boundaries and longing
Dylan’s POV Tristan’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
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
