Alpha Ripping Shirt Off Novels & Stories

Vincent leaned back slightly, unbothered, but she was already panicking. She blurted, “Remove it… I mean, take it off.” Her voice betrayed her embarrassment, softer at the end, but he obeyed her words without hesitation. He tugged the shirt over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Aria’s eyes betrayed her; they lingered longer than she meant, tracing every line of muscle, every curve of strength. “Do you like the view?” his voice came, his tone teasing, pulling her back to reality from her fantasy land.

“Fine, but if I hear any shouting, I’m coming in.” I stifled a laugh and raised my hand to knock when the door swung open and Ari stood in the doorway. I quickly moved back towards Gabe, and he placed a hand on my shoulder, a subtle motion to let me know he wasn’t going anywhere. Ari crossed her arms and smiled at us. She was wearing an asymmetrical neck slit, tight fitting black maxi dress that showed off her small figure. The brand was MICAS, and damn was I jealous right now. She looked amazing. Ari noticed my packet before staring pointedly at us, but more towards Gabe. There was something unspoken between the two that made me anxious.

He had smudges of her lipstick on his neck, chest and lips. His fingers were deliberately working his belt off his pants. The belt came off, and then he tossed it on the ground. Then he began working the fly of his pants. The pants hit the ground, and Aris stepped out of them. With him in his open shirt and boxer shorts, Adrea stepped towards him and began working his shirt down his arms.

I murmured, my voice trembling as I reached for the hem of my ruined, blood-stained shirt. "You can barely breathe without wincing, Aria," Zane countered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Stop fighting me for five minutes." He didn't wait for a rebuttal. Instead, his large, calloused hands gripped the fabric, and with a precision that was almost terrifying, he pulled the shirt over my head. My breath hitched as the cool air hit my damp skin, but the protest died in my throat when I saw his expression.

Tonight was a particularly windy night at the mansion. She yanks the refrigerator door open and grabs a bottle of water. She closed it and was about to leave when she tripped on her own feet. She was about to crash to the ground when a powerful hand encircled her waist to stop her from failing. She could swear she saw no one when she came in. Ariel locked eyes with her savior for a moment. Axel returned her gaze. Ariel was lost. She was staring back at the sexiest eyes she had ever seen. His black free pants and white sweatshirt framed his graceful figure. She realized they were both wearing matching sweatshirts. He had asked Marie to get rid of the one she had on. Seeing it on Ariel instead

Arizer holds me tighter and says "I know but you will just have to make the most of the time that you do have with her, imagine what her pack feels like and her Alpha. You just need to know that you take her with her wherever you go once she is apart of you." In the morning we got up and got ready, having to resist just staying in bed all day, and the more I got ready the moer excited I was to go dress shopping with Scarlet. We met Scarlet at the door and we said goodbye to Arizer. It wasn't a loing journey from the pack house to the shopping centre. We first went to this shop that had one of a kind dresses, but nothing stood out to me, we kept going to loads of different shops in the fifth

I want to see his smile again, with a longer duration. "Thanks for the shirt, Alpha," I said shyly. When Ava and I switched bodies, I forgot to undress first, and I didn't have a change of clothes with me. Ken removed his white shirt and handed it to me before Ava, and I switched bodies again. I didn't want to accept it at first because it meant Ken had to wear only an undershirt, but Ken forced me to. Ken's shirt is so long that it covers my thighs, and my hands are not visible.

And that’s just plain mean. The first shirt fits me perfectly, it's not tight or loose and it's a military green color. Appropriate, I guess. It has big black letters stitched on the chest but I don't know what they mean. Angelique stares at the garment for almost a full minute with intensity and then pulls out her phone and starts taking up-close pictures of the shirt. "Perfect, as always," she mutters to herself and then tosses me another, "Now this one."

"It’s me. Undo the latch, Aria." I stayed silent, the sheer weight of his Alpha aura felt even through the thick wood of the door. He was right there. Waiting. I knew there was no hiding from a wolf of his caliber. I stood up and pulled the door open. The sight of him caught the air in my throat. He was wearing silver-rimmed glasses that shouldn't have looked that good on a predator, softening the lethal intensity of his gaze just enough to be dangerous. He had ditched the formal Alpha attire for a simple white linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms and veins that mapped out his power. The collar was loose, showing the sharp line of his collarbone.

Because my siblings are really the ones on the cover of the magazine! Alaric is wearing a maroon polo and black slacks. And don't forget that the polo he's wearing is unbuttoned although out, revealing his 6-pack abs! Audra, on the other hand, had her hair loose while wearing a black fitted turtleneck and black wide leg pants.