Alpha Ripping Shirt Off Novels & Stories

They arranged into a circle round both of them. Alpha Jones took off his shirt and groaned hard.

The inevitable happened—and it happened all over his pristine white designer shirt. Thane’s roar of disgust could’ve shaken the walls. "OH, COME ON!" Thane jumped back, holding his arms out like he'd been contaminated with radioactive waste. “Are you kidding me right now?! On me? Out of every square inch of this apartment—you pick me? This is Armani! Do you know how much this shirt costs?" "Sorry," I gasped between dry heaves, though secretly, a small part of me felt vindicated.

If I show up in front of her wearing this shirt, she might box my ears. I turn to go, wondering what Aria will think of my shirt. At least she’ll understand why I am asking her to replace Gloria. Deciding I’m not going to let my nerves get to me and make me all jittery, I remind myself that I am the Alpha (or will be soon) and imitate my father’s attitude as I head back down the stairs on my way to find Aria. Inside, I feel like a middle school boy on his way to ask a pretty girl to a dance. On the outside, I have to look like an Alpha commanding a servant to do his bidding. One dressed in a wrinkly shirt.

Is the shirt that flimsy, or did I secretly get super strong? “Tear-away.” Hale smiled as if that answered anything. Even on the brink of ecstasy from his fingers, I still managed to look confused. “We wear tear-away clothes. Easier to shift. Pants will rip off easily too.” He explained. Oh! That’s ingenious! Of course, they have specialty clothes. Cheaper than buying all new clothes every time they shift between human and wolf. And at least it explains how I could rip his shirt off so easily. I licked my lips moments before his lips were on mine again. He said the pants would rip off too. I need to get rid of those next.

However, Aria has never worn something like this before, so she doesn't know what to feel. "Do you have a rashguard or something?" she asked, hoping that Adriel would have something that won't show off her body too much. Adriel frowned. "I don't have one. I'm sorry. Why? Don't you like the design of this one?" "No, no," Aria quickly denied. "It's just that," she scratched the back of her neck. "I don't think it will look good on me." "This will definitely look good on you," Adriel convinced her. "It's your size, and it suits your skin tone so much."

he shook his head in pity. The 6 of them shifted on the same day 5 years ago. It was such a hectic day for their parents and the entire pack. The Alpha had a lot of placating to do. But after their shifting, they came out looking refined. Emma and her spouse couldn't be more proud of the boys.

His heated gaze made me wish I could disappear. Alaric stood before me, his presence commanding and powerful. He wore a fitted shirt with a loose tie, and some of his buttons were undone, giving him a slightly disheveled yet effortlessly handsome appearance. The shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular physique, emphasizing his alpha status. His jet-black hair was neatly styled, and his deep gray eyes seemed to hold a mix of intensity and curiosity as they locked onto mine. As he approached, I could feel the electricity in the air, a magnetic pull between us. My heart raced, and I struggled to find my words, overwhelmed by the realization that this man, Alpha Alaric, was my mate.

“You have to steal a shirt for me. From Achilles’ room.” Aries raised an eyebrow. “You want a shirt stolen?” I nodded again, miserably. “Yes. Something of his. It smells like him. I can’t… I can’t wash the other one yet. I need it.” Aries blinked, hesitating, and then nodded. “Okay. I’ll get it.” She left quickly, closing the door softly behind her.

"What a mess." "Aria!" Emily gasped out, terrified. Zayne didn't react at first. He looked down at the ruined shirt, watching the soup drip down his chest. Slowly, his eyes rose to meet Aria's again-hers blazing with hatred. "I hope that shirt was expensive," she added, her voice icy. His lips twitched, just a flicker. Not quite a smile-something colder. He stood up slowly and began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, with meticulous calm.

As I begin to examine them, I hear the door creak shut behind me. When I turn back, I find Alpha Aleksandr unbuttoning his shirt, the veins on his muscular hands flexing as he undoes the last button. His eyes lock onto mine as he slips the shirt off, revealing his chiseled torso. His broad shoulders and chest, defined abs, powerful upper arms, and slightly hairy forearms create a striking image, with the prominent V-line catching my eye, as it always does. My throat feels dry as Alpha Aleksandr continues to undress.