Novel & Cerita Alastor Shirtless

KAYLA'S POV "Elena, tell me," I said to my wolf, “what should I wear?” I asked, staring at the options lying on my bed, a silvery skin-tight gown and a half top, with a pair of trousers. "If you are trying to impress Alpha Zeus, maybe you should go with the silvery gown." Impress Alpha Zeus? That came out of the blue. Why would she even say that? It was a simple question that I asked. And it demanded a simple answer. Just this or that would solve the problem. But no! Elena would always find a way to make things tough.

Cancelling the festival would give them exactly what they wanted. I would not allow it. Greta stood behind me in the Luna Wing, fastening the final clasp of my ceremonial gown. The dress carried Ironclaw’s formal colors. Deep black fabric hugged my upper body before flowing over my hips in long, graceful folds. Silver embroidery decorated the neckline and sleeves, forming wolves, claws, and crescent moons. A fitted silver belt rested at my waist, emphasizing rather than hiding my curves. For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller.

I looked at Alessandro who shook his head, not understanding what the woman was talking about. “You are yet to tell her, aren’t you?” Esther asked, looking at her children. She kept her eyes on Alaric for a second, and shook her head in question. “For a man who has looked for a solution to change himself from the monster…” “I am no monster, nor am I going to use her to heal or lose who I am.” He said, making both Alessandro and I frown. “I am sorry, what?” I asked, stopping the two of them. “What are you two talking about?”

Just thinking about it makes his omega glands heat up. "If you want a bad impression then wear the flirty look." while speaking his assistant went to get a white sheer long sleeve with embroidered flowers from shoulder to chest. It looks like spilled flowers from the vase. Elegant yet innocent, this was perfect to hide any impure intention. His bottom was simple plain black trousers partnered with white sprinkled black shoes; it was like a star scattered in the night sky. "Oh! Ali has a great sense of fashion." he was looking at himself in a life-size mirror, admiring and wondering how on earth he become this pretty and slender. “My alpha will love this.”

I whisper yell and everyone scatters around. Alexei looks at me, a mischievous grin on his face as he takes his shirt off. “You said to get to work.” He smirks, he chucks his shoes off and pushes his shorts down, standing in nothing other than just his boxer short. I let my eyes trail down his body, realizing I never took much notice of him.

Each step felt like a march toward an altar. When she entered the study, locking the door behind her, she found the room transformed. The usual desk lamp was off. Only the fireplace illuminated the space, casting long, dancing shadows. Alistair stood before it, not in his usual shirt and trousers, but in a black turtleneck and dark pants. He looked like a priest of some arcane order. “Remove the coat,” he said, his voice echoing softly in the fire-lit gloom. She let the coat slip from her shoulders, standing naked before him, the heat of the flames warming her front. Her skin glowed in the orange light.

Short silk chemises, corsets with garter straps, lace bralettes and transparent nightdresses. There weren’t any normal clothing items in here. Zero. “Our food is here.” “Fuck.” I spun around with a hand to my chest at Alessio’s sudden voice from behind me. He was standing at the doorway with a curious expression, head cocked in question at my jumpy reaction. Then he took in what I was wearing and his gaze slowly traveled down my body still wrapped in just a towel that barely skimmed my thighs. “Why aren’t you dressed?” he asked.

I stopped mid-sentence. Alistair was standing by a stone basin. He was shirtless. His back was to me, and I couldn't help but notice how muscular he was. His skin was pale, and he had a few scars across his shoulders. He turned around when he heard me, with water still dripping down his chest. I felt the heat rush to my face. He looked incredible, like a statue come to life. His dark eyes locked onto mine but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He just looked… intense.

Before I can even budge from my seat, a head pops around the corner. "We'll be heading off in five. Hope you girls are ready for a party." Alastaire leans against the doorway, still wearing the white v-neck top and skinny jeans he wore on stage. He always looks sort of angelic in photos and videos, (inhumanely perfect according to Jamie), and the real life version doesn't disappoint. Tall and lean with clear blue eyes and a halo of messy gold hair, beautiful is the only word that does him justice. In fact, he's prettier than most girls.

She had never seen two better looking men in the same room. “This ends here. This ends now.” He was shirtless and wore a pair of black pants. “My god. Do any of you wear clothes?” Is all Ally managed to say. Neither deity looked her way. “This doesn’t end well for your side Gabriel. It is fore told. You know it. I know it and your God knows it.” Drake boasted. “No. But you need her for your plan to work serpent.” He pointed right at her. For the first time they locked eyes and she could see the earth and sky open in the sea of blue.