Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

The backyard of the clubhouse shimmered in the late afternoon sun, rows of chairs lined neatly across the lawn. The air carried a mix of leather, cologne, and anticipation. At the end of the aisle, Wolf stood waiting, looking sharp in black pants, crisp button-down, and his cut draped proudly over his shoulders. Beside him, Jace stood tall, his tie crooked but his pride steady. Koda clutched the satin pillow with the rings, his little chest puffed out like he was carrying the weight of the world.

People were sparring in groups, but I definitely wasn't expecting the particular sight unfolding right in front of me. Alpha Damon was sparring with another male wolf who was completely shirtless. Even though Alpha Damon still had a white, body-hugging shirt on, the fabric was drenched in sweat, clinging to him like a second skin and making it agonizingly easy to trace every hard line of his rigid muscles.

“But rest assured little girl. This unique little problem of yours will soon be a thing of the past.” He grabbed my hair, pulling me up with it. I screamed and the sound of it made him laugh. “A dear friend of mine has told me of certain ailments sometimes, that make a wolf unable to rise to its natural instinct to shift in a were like yourself. Mordrin? Where are you, you snake-eyed bastard?” Xaden called, turning to glance around the crowd and dragging me along with him in the process. A tall, thin man with bald head and a long, shaggy beard stepped forward. There was a sinister smile stretched across his thin lips, a jagged white scar.

Slowly, I turned around. Charlie stood a short distance away, completely shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark football shorts that hung low on his hips. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, as if he had just finished a long, hard run. The sweat trailed down the defined ridges of his abs and along the lines of his chest, catching the outdoor light in a way that made every muscle stand out more clearly. His blonde hair was messy and slightly damp, falling across his forehead in a careless, attractive way.

And given their excitement about all of this, they will often be shifting. I should feel more concerned with my son standing in her living room in his boxers. But I’m not. Austin is only doing what I asked, proving that werewolves are real. Beyond that, he has a mate. If I still had my wolf, I’d have done it myself. I probably would have been more embarrassed than Austin. I may have been raised that nudity is normal but getting naked in front of an employee truly crosses HR lines. “Who knew learning could be this fun.” River snickered as Austin shucked the last of his clothes, leaving him in just a pair of boxers.

Harley seems to be waiting for another thud or I don’t know his deal but I nudge him. “Just open it.” I gritted my teeth. “I told you to stay--fine!” he sighed. He held the knob and we both gasped when we saw what’s going on outside. “Jacob?!” “Jake?” There was Jacob, laying flat on the ground and he was complete naked. Huffing and sweating so bad, he looked too weak. “Did you go for a run in your… wolf form?” Harley asked in a whisper. We both can’t believe it.

Killian smiled at me before licking the drop of maple syrup off his finger. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. It didn't work. “Could you please wear a shirt?” Mischief danced on his lips. “I don't want to. I feel comfortable without it.” Another wave of heat rushed through me. “What if I'm not comfortable with you without a shirt?” He leaned closer. "Somehow, I don't believe it bothers you. I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to walk shirtless around the house.” A daring part of me awakened. “What if I decided to go shirtless to work?”

" I understood. " Are you ready to run again? I looked over at him and saw him taking off his shirt. " Ever. I looked away momentarily. I went under the structure of the shed that was minimally protected from the rain and took off my shirt behind the large pillar, placing it near the backpack. I glanced at James and saw him taking off the rest of his clothes on the other side. I unbuttoned my pants and did the same. I laid it on the backpack and heard the familiar rumble of the transformation. Was fast. I turned my head and saw the chocolate wolf standing in the rain watching me, before ducking his head and sniffing something in the gravel. I gave a shy smile, turned my head again and unclas

ROZETA: "Have you ever tried bringing out your wolf?" Jax asks me deep into the stroll we were having away from the cottage. I'm sure we were about five minutes walk away from there now even though I didn't necessarily keep count. I stop to look at him with raised brows. "No. But how do I do that?" "Like this," he says and then starts unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off when he was done. "And what do you think you're doing?" I ask him when I see him reach for his pants. It was obvious that he was going to take that off as well.

"We're running out of time. The longer we wait, the stronger the curse gets." "This is—I can't just—" He pulled his shirt off. Oh. Oh no. He was built like he spent every day fighting bears. Broad shoulders. Defined chest. Abs that should be illegal. See? my wolf said smugly. Death wish. Totally worth it. "Stop staring," Nero said. "I'm not staring." "You're staring." "You took your shirt off in front of me. That's on you." He almost smiled. Then he turned around, giving me privacy.