Alpha Ripping Shirt Off Novels & Stories

Carefully casual, but presentable. “Can I help you with anything, Alpha?” I ask softly. He whirls around from where he was unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Sun kissed skin upon his chest shows more and more before he pauses his movements. I know he’s from the Passion Pack, which lies right on the coast. I can imagine him lounging upon perfect golden beaches framing foaming aqua water. “Oh, you’re the girl who greeted us, right?” he questions, that quirk of a smile making me uneasy. “And the one who spilt Noah’s drink on his lap.”

"Will you leave already?" "Stop arguing with me. I am not leaving you alone." The Alpha warned as he pulled a pair of button-down shirt, gripped at the own long sleeve shirt before he ripped it in one quick motion. "Tie this around your waist." He handed me the shirt while using the ripped cloth for my ankle. I opened my mouth to retaliate, but a sudden pressure to the ankle made a pained scream escape from my mouth. He slowly dabbed at the wound before starting to wrap the cloth around.

I saw all this happening and when I began to feel poisoned, Alpha King Ryan came to me when Alpha King Raymond attacked the rogue leader. Alpha Ryan tried to touch me to remove the blade, but I told him to stop since I knew it contained silver and wolf bones. Shifting back, he asked someone to bring any clothes to cover my body and instructed me to Shift back to my human form. The female warriors hide me when I shift back to human form and give me clothes, but before I wear the clothes, I remove the blade. It was excruciatingly painful to remove the blade, and I fainted. Alpha King POV

I opened the door and slipped in, I started the engine and the car roared to life, grinning I spun the wheel and sped off. * * * When I came back, it was already dark, I entered the bedroom to find Arthur on his side sleeping, I frowned, Arthur was never usually this early, I sat opposite him and took of my shoes. After a steamy shower, I came out of the bathroom to find Alex dressing up, he took of his shirt and I stared in awe. Alex had never took of his shirt in front of me, his chest was well defined and chiseled, his stomach was flat and had their complete eight-pack, he caught me staring and quickly put on another shirt, he brushed back his long hair and headed for the door.

he said quietly, wanting her to open her legs for him sexily. Aria pulled him down a little by the back of his neck and kissed him on the lips softly before she looked up into his eyes, “I will but first I want to see you shirtless” she said as she quickly unbuttoned the white shirt he was wearing. Adrian watched her delicate pretty hands work away, thinking she looked unbelievably sexy, and he couldn’t wait to get a taste of her body. “God, you look good” Aria said quietly as she slowly ran a hand down his little hairy chest and kissed him there softly, thinking he looked nice and manly unlike the few fuckboys she had dated in the past.

“Now!” Amaris jolted violently against my chest, her wide, disoriented eyes opening in pure surprise and fear as she looked up at my hardened features in the dim violet light. “W-What? Alpha, why? I’m cold…” “Pull it off, Amaris.” I commanded. Didn't need to say anything more. And she didn't dare hesitate under the pure weight of my aura. Moving with clumsy, trembling movements, she quickly unbuttoned the front of my oversized shirt, sliding the silk fabric off her narrow shoulders and tossing it onto the floorboards before settling back down onto the mattress.

The news slammed into the Alpha couple like the sky imploding. Head Warrior Isis finally crossed the threshold, her armor coated in the fine, abrasive dust of a long journey. Ahri sat at the head of the dark oak table, his knuckles bone-white as he gripped the armrests. He had been a man unraveling at the seams for weeks, his sanity tethered only to the persistent, maddening throb of the mark on his collarbone, a mark that had flickered with an insistent heat ever since Inzinga vanished.

Shawn's jaw tightened in anger. "You know, Aryah? Don't insult someone just because you can't afford to buy a branded and limited edition like the one I'm wearing. If you want, I can take it off right now and lend it to you. How are you doing? It's like you're jealous again." Harah replied angrily.

“Red means dare. Black is truth. Let’s play.” Kade leaned forward, eyes flicking to the card. “Queen of hearts. Dare, huh?” She smirked. “Alright, tough guy… I dare you to take off your shirt.” He didn’t even blink. Just reached for the hem of his henley, peeled it over his head, and tossed it aside like it was nothing. The firelight caught the lines of him—the broad chest, the muscle carved deep along his stomach, the faint trail of hair leading down beneath the waistband of those damn grey sweatpants. Aria’s throat went dry.

Damage only I can see. Eventually, just before dawn, Ayr sneaks in. Just like an alley-cat reeking of coconut. His black shirt was barely buttoned, chainmail under his arm. With a quick nod, he grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed straight into the shower, Good. Because the sun is about to come up and there’s something I always wanted to do. Having the grace to blush as he emerges from the bathroom, a pristine white shirt and black paints, Alpha Ayr is restored. Not a trace of coconut. Just tired, sad blue eyes. “How has he been?” he whispers, sitting himself down on the other side of the bed.