Semua Bab The Alpha In My Sheets: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Dylan’s POVI’m hunched over my laptop, squinting at a video tutorial about finger placement on piano keys. The guy on the screen is patient, his voice calm and steady, but I’m still fumbling with the basics. My fingers feel clumsy, and my brain keeps racing ahead of the lesson, thinking about how Tristan would react if I actually managed to play something decent for him.A sigh escapes me, and I press pause. It’s been four weeks. Four long, drawn-out weeks since I walked away like a coward. Since then, I’ve been trying to put myself back together, but everything feels off. Unbalanced. Like I’m missing the piece that makes sense of everything.My phone is on the table, face down so I won’t obsess over whether he’s called or texted. I keep telling myself I’ll reach out once I’ve learned something worth showing him. Once I can prove I’m serious about making things right. But God, it’s taking longer than I thought. I didn’t expect learning piano to feel like I’m teaching my hands to spea

Dylan’s POVMy fingers ache like hell, and I’m starting to wonder if I made a mistake buying that grand piano. I didn’t think playing a few chords would feel like my hands went through a damn meat grinder. My new teacher’s been ruthless too—turns out, just because you’re paying someone doesn’t mean they’ll go easy on you.“Your hands are too stiff,” he kept saying, smacking my knuckles lightly with a pencil like I was some lazy student. “Loosen up, or you’ll never get the right sound.”I wanted to snap back that loosening up wasn’t exactly in my skill set lately. Everything’s been tense and wound tight since… well, since I walked away from the one person I can’t stop thinking about.I grab my jacket and decide to hit the pharmacy down the street to get something for the soreness. I shove my phone into my pocket, trying to ignore the temptation to check for messages. I know there’s nothing there. Just the same empty screen mocking me.As I make my way down the sidewalk, I notice how br

Dylan’s POVI don’t know how to explain myself without sounding like a complete idiot, so I just blurt it out. “I was being stupid. That’s why I ran.”Tristan’s eyes narrow, not angry exactly—more like he’s trying to make sense of my words. We’ve stopped walking now, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the silence between us. I glance around and spot a rocky ledge just a few steps away. Without really thinking, I move towards it, and Tristan follows, his presence like a shadow right behind me.We sit down, the rough stone cool beneath me. Tristan doesn’t say anything at first, just stares out at the ocean, his profile half-lit by the glow of the moon. The tension in his shoulders has eased a little, and his fingers tap restlessly against his thigh.He lets out a quiet sigh, one that sounds more resigned than frustrated. “It’s lucky I came by today,” he mumbles, almost to himself.My heart skips a beat, and I glance sideways at him, trying to catch his expression.

Dylan’s POVTristan’s still right here, just close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body.I take a shaky laugh, running a hand through my hair. I can’t avoid it anymore. “I can’t believe I was so stupid, I didn’t know what to do,” I mumble, staring at the sand. “After I realized I couldn’t… you know… fully satisfy you during your heat. I just… I freaked out.”Tristan’s head snaps toward me, eyes narrowing like I’ve just said something stupid. “What the hell are you talking about?”I feel my face flush, and I force myself to keep going, even though it hurts to admit. “I’m a beta, Tristan. I can’t… I’ll never be able to take care of you the way an omega could. You needed me, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t do it right.”There’s a tense silence, and when I finally glance up, I’m shocked to see something raw and almost wounded in his eyes. He looks at me like I just punched him.“You really don’t get it, do you?” he mutters, voice tight.Confused, I shake my head. “What do

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