Alpha Ripping Shirt Off Novels & Stories

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.

While I didn’t want them to have to fight, to have to deal with this nonsense, it was also still hot in a way. I saw Ryan first, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and it just fanned the flames in my belly. He was sweaty, and I could tell right away he was exhausted. In this proximity I could feel how tired they both were, but also … hopeful. My wolf jerked her head and I saw Diego with Renata, they both had blood on their clothes but judging by how happy they looked, I had to imagine it wasn’t theirs. “There’s my girl,” I heard, and my wolf looked up to see a shirtless Nate.

They ate each other's lips as they both struggled for dominance in the other person’s mouth. While they were kissing, Aria grabs the helm of Arthur’s black t-shirt and lifts it up to undress him. Arthur raises his hands and the t-shirt comes sliding off his body, revealing his white tank top. She grabs the tank top also, and in the same swift motion, the tank top comes off, revealing his sexy chiseled abs, and they continue their intense kissing.

They liked at us, with a predatory look that felt more dominating than any shifter I'd ever known. It gave me goosebumps. One of the men, who had a dark hair and a striking jawline cleared his throat, gesturing with a lazy hands. "Okay, girls...Strip" The command hung in the air, clear and straightforward and I almost gasped in shock. This can't be happening. Strip for what? I looked at Aria and without hesitation, she reached for her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress, letting the dress fall at her feet. After that she pulled her all her underwear.

I and my partner had a long day yesterday. Arpita concluded from his talks that there were two men holding her here and she smirked smiling wickedly. Arpita : Ok I won't bother you but I just want one favour. Goon 1 barked : What?? Arpita purred in a sexy voice : Can you pull my dress's zipper down. I think my hair is stuck at the end of it. The man smiled viciously hearing her request and went towards her. Goon 1 : You know you are a sexy item but we were strictly instructed to not touch you. Now since you are giving an invitation yourself I won't miss my chance.....

And Abel wanted to finish the photo shoot first thing in the morning. As Aria couldn't do anything about the contract and she couldn't think about a way to leave Asher, she followed him to work. But she looked distracted at best. Today she is wearing a red dress. It has drop sleeves that are full with sheer lace fabric, leaving her shoulders and collar bone bare. This dress has lace detailing near the bodice. It hugged her frame till her waist before flaring down and reaching above her knees. Pairing it with red shimmer heels, she looked gorgeous. Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, showing off her bare shoulders and collar bone. Asher is wearing a black dress shirt and paired it wit

Dragging the plain white T-shirt up and over his head, Azrin stopped to arch a brow at the alpha, regarding him with a bored expression. “You just gonna stay there and watch or?” Azrin began to fiddle with the elastic band of his boxer briefs, snapping it against his skin in a wordless hint.

I ached for his lips to ravage my skin. I held on to the hem of his shirt. Alpha Lake leaned away from me, his eyes traveling to where I held his shirt. As he stared at me, I found myself unfastening the buttons of his shirt. I didn't stop until his bare chest was on display in front of me. I took off his shirt, pulling the sleeves down his arms. He continued to watch me. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it, but I prayed he was. I tossed the shirt away from his body, we ignored the very expensive piece of fabric as it touched the marble floor.

I said angrily. "I'm right outside your apartment. Ihave something for you. I'm confident you'll enjoy these." Because of what he said, I almost panicked, and when I looked out the window and saw him leaning against his car, cell phone close to his ear, my heart began to race. I hung up the phone and changed my clothes. Because it's hot, I'm only wearing sleeveless clothing. I first adjusted my appearance in the mirror. It's embarrassing because I look unattractive when I face him. That man still enjoys insulting others. I hurried down from the first floor, taking a deep breath before walking towards him. When he saw me, he smiled.

Like his face glitched and tried on something it’s never worn before. “Lee,” Aria says with a surprised smile, walking towards us. “What are you doing here?” She hugs him. Before me. Naturally. Because apparently the universe enjoys punching me square in the ego. Lee shrugs and straightens the Sharks cap on his head. He’s in one of his usual skater-boy getups — oversized black T-shirt with some weird print, black backpack, loose jeans half-swallowed by combat boots, and that perpetual don’t-mess-with-me energy radiating off him like static.