Novel & Cerita Alpha Ripping Shirt Off

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.

He was fighting the mate pull with every ounce of his willpower. A sweet, smug thrill bloomed in my chest. I did that to him. The mysterious and terrifying Alpha was losing his mind over me. I bit my inner cheek to hide my smile and nodded. "Ready, tutor." Alaric shoved the phone away. He grabbed the hem of his grey t-shirt and yanked it over his head in one sharp, frustrated motion. He tossed the shirt onto the wooden fence. My mouth went completely dry. The sunlight hit the thick, rigid slabs of his chest and abdomen. A light sheen of sweat coated his tanned skin, highlighting every deep cut of his muscles and that rugged V-line disappearing into his tactical pants. He was a walking, breat

But copper is– “Still up?” “Oh!” I whirl, clamping my lips shut and stepping discreetly to the side to block the shelf I’d just been examining and the damage I did to the bookend. I’ll fix it once he leaves, even if it makes my bones sing with pain. Aris steps into the room, shirtless, the missing article of clothing in question scrunched in his fist. He’s damp with sweat, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Barefoot, muscles rippling…

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.

I was so fucked. He let go of my neck and took a step back. For a moment, I thought he was going to let me go. But then he started to unbutton his shirt, his movements slow, deliberate. He peeled the shirt off, revealing a broad, muscular chest dusted with salt-and-pepper hair. There was a thin, white scar that ran diagonally across his abdomen. He was in incredible shape. He was a fucking god.

Allie pointedly asked, crossing her arms together, mirroring him. "I'm implying that you don't belong here," The Alpha said in a bored tone, not at all impressed with her show of bravery. With that, he turned to the nearest locker and proceeded to strip off his shirt. Suddenly the air inside the room felt hot and stuffy, barely allowing her to look anywhere but at his bare upper body on display. Allie couldn't help but stare at the tattoo that littered his chest. A huge symbol. Maybe a pack symbol.

He rolls his neck and his eyes get a different quality, the one that means he has updated his assessment and is no longer going easy. Then reaches down and pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion and tosses it toward the bench. I freeze. I don’t mean to. My body simply makes a unilateral decision to stop while my brain catches up with the information being presented to it, which is Elias Arden without a shirt in a well-lit room with mirrored walls, which is information I was not adequately prepared for. There is a small dark birthmark below his left shoulder blade that’s shaped oddly like a map of Africa, and below that his flawless body is gleaming softly with sweat that’s clingi

Alex felt very proud of his wife who was a fast learner. He stopped only to take off his shirt. Aria, who was still lying with her back against the soft mattress, watched with a red face and panted breath. Alex threw away his shirt carelessly and showed off his perfect muscles, on his chest, on his biceps, on his six-pack belly. She clenched her hands into fists, restraining herself from reaching out and touching his glistening honey skin, feeling his hard muscles on her skin. When she saw Alex start to untie his trouser belt, her heart started beating even faster. Alex unzipped her pants as Aria looked away from her reddened face.

A heavy, black mist sprang from his skin. The three thunder fire breathers and Finn lit up the penthouse like they were burning a field. Overwhelming heat washed over me as my eyes watered and my nose began to run. I wiped at the sweat on my forehead. Tag nudged me to the side. "Me, Ari. Fix me now." I scooted back so Ari could work her literal magic on my middle brother. She wrapped his head in the fragrant strips of towel. "Your shirt. Take it off. I'm going to cut your chest in three stripes so we can leech the poison faster. It will sting li-"

We passed through some doors, then we got to Ario. He was putting on a black shirt with black trousers; his shirt wasn’t buttoned up completely, and his black hair was a bit messy. It seems he has brushed his hair with his hand so many times today. Seeing him made me feel relaxed and also irritated, especially as he was looking at me blankly. “Everything is ready, alpha,” a warrior said, coming to him, and his attention was divided. “Okay, let’s move,” he said. I followed Maya as we all left the open space, but as I was going, he pulled me back.