Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

"But if he's not back in thirty minutes—" "Twenty-five," Rafe said. "Then we worry." I geared up alone. The suit Juno had built me was matte black with gray underlining—no pack colors, no markings. Just the wolf silhouette on the back that had become the Shade Wolf's symbol across thirty thousand pack feeds overnight. I'd seen it on protest signs in the forum threads Juno showed me at four a.m. when neither of us could sleep. People had printed it on clothing. Spray-painted it on walls near the arena.

Matt Wolffe, who literally said a few words to her in the back room at the club was inviting her for dinner and even got a dress for her. “I am not wearing that,” she declared. Rosa and Stella turned to face her. “What?” “I am not wearing it. This guy is a creep if he thinks I’ll accept his oh-so-thoughtful gifts and wear this dress just to please him like a…a whore!” “You are overthinking this, honey.” “I am not! Don’t you find it weird? This guy obviously wants something from me.” She grabbed the dress from Rosa and held it up. “Look at this. This gown says ‘I am a bitch, fuck me please'”

Axel walked out of the room wearing his usual hockey jacket, but this one was black in color matching his black outfit, but it had his name boldly written on the back "WOLFE" "Let's go" Axel whispered, I slowly turned about to talk to Jake but he wasn't there it was like the fool disappeared into thin air.

Jerica POV Leave it to him to keep giving me mixed signals and confusing me. I run after him to try to catch up; I get pretty close but not enough to bet him. Without my wolf he is strong and faster. He will not get to keep that advantage for long with my birthday just a couple months away. After a moment the stream comes into view. I see Jake slow and strip off his shirt and his short, leaving only his boxers when he jumps into the stream. Nudity was not a big thing in wolf packs but since I had not shifted yet I had not been exposed to it as much. I knew that’s why Jake kept on his boxers, If I had my wolf he probably would have shifted to get here faster.

But as I stepped out of the bathroom I froze, seeing the sight in front of me. Joffrey was in the bedroom, without a shirt on and his back turned to me, as he was getting dressed in what looked like a suit, but it wasn’t the suit he was putting on that caught my attention. Don’t get me wrong, I have seen many shirtless men in my lifetime being part she wolf, but I had never seen an Alpha that I wasn’t related to, shirtless.

Wolf backed off gently, not insisting. But Zoe shook her head while wiping her tears and sniffling with the shirt Wolf gave her. She wanted to convey that her crying had nothing to do with his command. But then Zoe frowned, distancing herself from the stained cloth to get a better look. She had just smelled Wolf's scent on the shirt. It took Zoe a few seconds to realize the true nature of the black-colored fabric—it was a t-shirt. Zoe turned and was certainly shocked to see Wolf's row of uncovered tattoos. A view that was certainly comforting. Not just because of the attractive body shape, but because Zoe didn't expect Wolf to sacrifice his shirt to wipe away tears and snot.

Never even imagined we’d reach this place where his touch softened, his tone lightened, and we looked like a real couple or mate. He was already dressed in black joggers and a sleeveless top that clung to his body, outlining every sculpted line. A fierce-looking wolf tattoo curled over his right shoulder, so vivid it looked almost alive. There were so many things I hadn’t noticed about him before. “Take that off. This is better,” he said, walking back to me with his usual confidence like he was some world-famous fashion model and he knew it. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Bossy much?”

I want to protest, but the conversation wouldn't stop if I did, so I disrobe and wear an ice shirt. God, his cologne is all over this shirt!

An order that I couldn’t refuse. Just as quickly as I had become a wolf, I was human again. Alpha Colt takes his jacket off and wraps it around my naked torso. “Are you done!” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement and he was pissed. He throws a pair of jeans at me from the racks, telling me to get dressed as he goes and finds the sales assistant. Quickly pulling them on, I look at the clothes that I had worn out today. They were in pieces, they hadn’t even come close to surviving the shift.

Riley’s POV Jax stepped out, steam curling around him like some vengeful Greek god on a casual stroll. He was now completely shirtless, a towel wrapped around his waist at a disturbingly low level. Droplets clung to his chest like they didn’t want to leave, sliding over the sharp ridges of his abs and lower, disappearing into those sharp v lines just above his— Nope. Nope, no thank you. I shook my head. My eyes snapped back up like I'd just been caught stealing government secrets.