Novel & Cerita Albert Flamingo Shirtless

She even made two outfits, one in neon pink and the other in neon green, for him to wear, so they would not accidentally step on him at night. On the other side of the globe, Nathan was watching the surveillance footage of Alban bringing Corrado to their house. It was the middle of winter but Alban was wearing a thin T shirt as he went in and out of the house to move things. By the time he was done, sweat had soaked through his shirt and made it stick to his sturdy chest and abdomen, revealing his muscles and veins. Occasionally, he would lift the side of his shirt slightly to fan himself in front of Hilda.

Albert’s not usually so organized. Black dress shirt, slacks, and even a jacket. Interesting choice. Maybe Albert was dressing for a nice night out with Hana. Or for our funeral when Logan deems us unworthy. Why didn’t I dress like I was going to my funeral? I wore a white dress shirt, dark tan slacks, and a matching vest. It’s not exactly an outfit to die in or to go on a killing spree. But I’m not changing, no time. I’ll deal with the blood stains later. “You didn’t tell that boy where the HQ is, did you?” Albert asked as he buttoned his shirt.

I prayed it was a sign of favor from the Moon Goddess for the mission I was about to embark on. The smell of cinnamon and sandalwood hit me immediately—a scent that felt like home some hours ago, but tonight, it was heavy with the stench of exhaustion. I glanced around and spotted Alberto standing by the balcony, his back to me. He wasn't wearing his ceremonial tunic anymore; he was down to a thin linen shirt that hung loosely off his shoulders and black shorts. I gulped, staring at his legs. Immediately, he turned to face me, and I felt the blood rush up to my face as I realized that he had heard the sound. His eyes met mine and, honestly, I died a little.

Until today, "Let me guess," I broke the silence, swallowing hard as I saw Al's abs, he took off his shirt, and now he was removing his trousers too, I couldn't help but notice his manhood dangling in his boxers down his leg, "Sorry," I mumbled, "I am going for a run," Amber said quickly shifting into her wolf, running off "You can look now," Al spoke, with a high chuckle, "So— a day lighter huh," I rubbed the back of my neck, watching him as he shifted to comfort in the flowing water

Amelia barks at the caretakers. Two girls run past me. They look in my closet. They come back holding the big white shirt from last night. "What is this man's cloth?" Amelia shakes the shirt in my face. "I found it at the Mooncrest Artisan Guild," I say. I try to sound brave. If they find out about the stranger, the Lycan Bloodmoon Pack will hurt my mother, Elena Corvinus. I do not care about my bad father, but my mother is sweet. Amelia looks at the gold letter L on the neck of the shirt. It looks very rich. Her face turns red like fire. She jumps up and hits my cheek with her hand.

Where were the ones I was so familiar with… the ones I trusted… the ones that I could consider my friends? Albert was a tall man with broad shoulders and hair that was long enough for him to tie into a short ponytail in the back of his head. He wore the armor of a palace guard and had weapons attached to his holster, which made the unease grow even more in the pit of my stomach. I lifted my dress up as I walked because it was so long it was dragging on the ground, and knowing me, I would trip over the delicate fabrics. I wasn’t about to embarrass myself this early on in the evening.

"But I can assure you that if you try anything funny, you'll spend the rest of the night on the streets." I nodded in understanding and made for the couch. It was small and not very comfortable but I felt safer with him there, and in a matter of minutes I was already sound asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to see that I was on the bed. The Alpha was shirtless and standing by the drawer beside me. I noticed that his eyes were fixed on the portrait of a beautiful lady on the wall and I figured that she must have been someone very close to him.

"This meeting is not the place for petty arguments. The vigilante issue will be addressed, but it’s not our most pressing concern. Let’s move on." The table fell silent again, though Froilan shot a smug glance in Lutraine’s direction. Alrael ignored it and turned his attention to Froilan next. "Crescent Village has its own concerns, doesn’t it, Froilan?" Alrael prompted. His tone was sharper now, as if daring Froilan to focus on more serious matters. Froilan’s expression shifted, his smirk was fading as he leaned forward. "Indeed, Alpha," he said and adopted a more serious tone. "Highland bears have been wandering near Crescent Village. They’re becoming more aggressive, and there have alread

"I didn’t even agree to this, you idiots tricked me." "Yeah, yeah." Peter chuckled and continued to push. "And now that we’ve tricked you this far, why don’t you try to enjoy yourself, yes?" "Fine." Albert grumbled as he reached his seat. Letting a long breath out of him, Albert slumped onto the wooden bench that had been provided for guests to sit on. Crossing his arms across his chest, he watched with narrowed eyes as a man with long white hair and too tanned skin and a man with a fully shaved head and translucent skin set up a bonfire.

Alpha Baron was shocked to see the tattoo man as well, he quickly alerted his men so they can get him. “Albert, you're making a scene here, please leave.” Alpha Baron said to Albert. Albert was even more upset when he heard what Alpha Baron said to him. “Why don't we see it through a fight, if you win I will surrender but if I win, make sure you stay far from her for the rest of your life.” Naomi was not okay with the vet that was made. She knows how strong Albert is, she wouldn't want him to defeat Alpha Baron. “Albert go away, I have told you I cannot be with you.” She said to him angrily.