Novel & Cerita Alastor Shirtless

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.

Without thinking, I began humming along, following the sound like it was a siren's call. It led me to a room I had never seen before. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see lamplight spilling through the crack. I pushed it open carefully and stopped dead. Alastair sat in front of a a grand piano. He was shirtless and I could see the way his broad shoulders flexed with each movement of his arms. His pale skin seemed to glow in the lamplight, the defined muscles of his chest and back on full display. I marveled at the dark hair falling across his forehead as he played, his expression was almost vulnerable.

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.

“I meant your fire show earlier. To be honest, it was more dramatic than I expected.” Sasha could’ve squint her eyes at him or gape at his words, realizing they have double meaning. But she all ignored it when she saw precisely who stood before her. “You’re shirt—why are you shirtless? And why are you here?!” Sasha couldn’t help but blush at his presence, at the seductiveness radiating from Alain’s face down to his torso. “Is that a problem?” Her throat bobbed, looking behind him and then whirled around her apartment, scanning and checking for someone or something. “No.”

came a reply from the other side, and Lysa helped me open the door, whispering to me "I hope you survive his punishment." Instantly, my fear increased and I held my breath as I drag my feet into the room. Unlike before, Alister's room was bright, and he sat on his throne-like chair watching my every move intently. He was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with black trousers and he held an unlit cigarette between his lips. "I see you're still wearing the dress from last night, although I was a little hesitant to put it on you because I was afraid it wouldn't look good, it does look good on you," Alister removed the cigarette from his mouth as he spoke.

he looked down at my green oversized shirt. “It’s not that bad,” I replied breathlessly. “It is. Get that green thing off,” he said roughly, tugging on the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. My nipples hardened as they came in contact with the cold air. I wasn’t wearing a bra because there was no point in wearing one, not with him around at night. Alessio’s eyes darkened, looking at my exposed chest. “Take it off for me,” he pointed his head to my thong. Then he leaned back as if he was watching a show.

“I’ll probably stand on my own feet, even. I’m a dance floor hazard.” “No, I mean, only one of us needs to know the steps. You can stand on my feet,” Alastaire says, pointing down at his feet, clad in roman style gladiator leather sandals, which I assume is to match the white toga-ish thing he has going on with the angel costume. “Trust me,” he says. “Hitch a ride. It’ll be fun.”