Alastor Shirtless Novels & Stories

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

He had some red markings on his bare chest and a tattoo on his right arm. "See you tomorrow evening, Xixi." he then went back in the water. She saw his glittering red tail. She always knew he was a merman but had never seen his true form. She had to admit he indeed looked charming in this form. But that's not the main thing. All the hard work she did last night was for nought. It seems none of her friends will go solo. Weston will play with them and not just that. She won't even have the chance to go solo. Mr Asher is so hateful!

I couldn't even wake him and question him, he was far beyond me. I ran to the closet immediately and pulled out one of the shirts, and on turning to put it on, a firm grip held me from the back. "You didn't tell me that you're a thief." His baritone voice came, sending cold shivers down my spine. I stood transfixed at the spot, shutting my eyes in fear. The Alpha just caught me trying to steal his shirt. He pulled me towards him, caressing my neckline, and his hands running down in between my cleavages.

And the view inside was even more breathtaking. Alessandro was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. He was in the middle of a set of pull-ups, his back to me, and the sight made the air leave my lungs in a silent rush. His back was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle, every sinew and plane defined and powerful. The faint, silvery scars that mapped his skin seemed to make him more beautiful, not less. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned skin, catching the morning light. As he moved, his muscles contracted and released in a display of raw, controlled power that was utterly mesmerizing.

My curves were deep, my arms thick, my face round. It made me feel pathetic. I pulled on a simple, charcoal-grey dress that fit snugly over my chest and flowed over my hips. The pack square was buzzing when I arrived. The Alpha, Marcus, stood on the dais. "He's here," someone whispered. A black SUV pulled into the lot, and everyone held their breath.

I growled. I didn't wait for her reply. I stormed out of the dressing room. The owner's office was at the back of the club. I didn't knock, I shoved the door, slamming it against the wall. My nose crunched in disgust as my eyes met the repulsive scene inside. The club owner was a creasy middle-aged human who was sprawled on a leather couch, completely naked. One girl was riding him while the other straddled his face grinding against his mouth.

His gaze sent a meaningful message to her and Ashley was too dazed by that situation, she didn't know how to react to his question. Out of a sudden, Ashton grabbed her bottom and carried her again out of the bathroom. He carefully put her down on the bed and went on top of her, ogling her body like she was some kind of prey. He provoked her thoughts by taking off his tuxedo and unfastening the bow tie around his neck. Then he undid two top buttons of his white shirt. Lastly, he unbuckled his belt and unhooked his pants. His hands slowly tried to pull them down but Ashley stopped him immediately. "Didn't you say just now that we need to go somewhere before dusk?" She said timidly.

The power thrummed through his veins,foreign, yet somehow right. A council member who had remained standing took a step forward,an alpha: strong and defiant. “This is impossible,” the alpha’s voice shook. “No omega has this kind of power.” Eiren looked up at him, and their eyes met. “Kneel,” Eiren commanded again. The alpha’s body resisted. His face flushed with effort, and his muscles tensed. But slowly and inevitably, his knees bent. He fell. And the chamber fell silent.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to look forward. At the end of the aisle stood Nicolai. He wore a black ceremonial suit trimmed with silver embroidery that marked him as Stormridge's Alpha. He stood with quiet confidence, his shoulders relaxed and his posture steady. He did not carry himself like a man who needed to prove his strength. Even from where I stood, the quiet pressure of his Alpha presence settled over the hall, commanding respect without a single word. His eyes found mine, and in that instant, the noise around me disappeared. Even the fear pressing against my chest eased just enough for me to breathe again.