Novel & Cerita Skinny Steve Captain America

“Alright alpha” I need to release more of this tension that's building up in my body and trying to mess my head up with Aurelia’s thoughts. Her smile kept chasing my dream, I couldn't close my eyes for a few seconds. “There's no need to call Lauren” Steve matched in, looking all manly with his exposed tattooed arm from his armless top, flexing his muscles like always. He's the most eligible bachelor in the pack, female wolves gush over him aside me.

Seeing Steve there was the last thing she expected. She could not help noticing how he seemed at home. When his team scored, he joined the rest of his teammates in one corner and did a celebratory dance. Besides the colour of his skin that was easy to pick up from a distance, Steve seemed to belong there. She could not help herself from looking at him. He was playing topless, exposing his masculine chest which looked shiny because of sweat. He had a simple short which she recognised. Her cousin, Jay must have lent it to him. Steve was hot for a white man, she thought, biting her lower lip.

I notice Oskar, his shirt hair glued to his face by the water. He laughs once our eyes connect, and he pulls himself to the surface. “What do we have here? It's Captain Densberry. Or do I say Captain America?” His teammates laugh, but I don't even blink. “Are you Oskar Wallin?” I nod at him, even though I know the obvious. He snorts, as if offended that I don't know him. That's what I asked that question with the obvious answer. “Is this you trying to be funny or something?” He asks. “are you trying to say that you don't know who I am? Oskar Wallin? Captain of the Bisons?”

"Hey, are you okay!" Skylar's head snapped as she finally walked down the steps, encountering her elder brother, future Alpha of the Crystal heart pack, Steve, who had a bulky, muscled body, dyed silver hair, and a pair of grey orbs. "Steve!" Instantly, she became activated as she jumped into his arms, embracing him tightly while he chuckled and stroked her hair, her scent filling his nose but he frowned when a weird sensation build up in his system. She pulled back from the hug and beamed at her big brother. "When did you return, I missed you!!"

“I originally applied as a designer, but she said my organizational skills were better than my sketches. So…boom…. I became her assistant.” Jeff chuckled lightly, leaning against the counter. “And you’ve worked for her since then?” “Yep,” Steve replied, straightening his shirt. “And I’m not just her assistant, now we’re friends too. She’s strict, but she’s got a soft heart. She just hides it under that calm, cold face of hers.” Jeff studied him carefully, his gaze flickering over Steve’s composed expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if measuring something. Steve was tall, confident, and had that sharp, polished look; his mixed foreign features only made him stand out more.

Mercedes struggled against her captor but that wasn’t what caught my attention. How? How was it possible? “Hello brothers, isn’t this the most unconventional family reunion?” Steve asked and Ethan stilled beside me as well as though he was just realizing who he was. Steve had changed a little, his features, his physique…there was just something rugged about him now. “Steve?” Ethan called out hesitantly. I could understand how he felt. I felt as though I was staring at a ghost but the only thing which assured me he was made of flesh and bone was the firm grip with which he held Mercedes by her neck.

He must have seen them where they were sitting and staring at him because he came straight to their table and sat down opposite them. “Hey ladies,” He said, taking off his glasses, at which point Amanda and Denise both gasped. Steve’s eyes were bloodshot like he hadn't been getting enough sleep, his face was red and swollen and to sum it all up, he looked like shit. “What on earth happened to you?” Denise asked him in surprise. “Derek, our mutual enemy, happened to me. I swear that man thinks he's invincible.” Steve spat, his eyes showing the depth of his hatred for Derek.

RAE I noticed the ‘C’ patch on his jersey as he backed away. “Scared of a little ice?” the player holding my kit above his head taunted me. I tilted my head, squinting. I’ve seen that arrogant smirk and those greyish blue eyes before. In fact, that voice… The other players noisily cleared out of the rink through the passage behind me, prodding me with stares, laughing amongst themselves. I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings.

I tried to pretend my blood wasn’t rushing and my heart wasn’t already trying to race ahead of me. And then he appeared. Dante Kade. I didn’t need anyone to point him out. I just… knew. He wasn’t skating like the others. He glided. Effortlessly. Silently. Like the ice belonged to him and the rest of the team was just renting space. His jersey clung to him, black and marked with a captain’s “C” near the collarbone, and beneath it, the sharp lines of his body moved like they’d been sculpted specifically to intimidate. He was tall—ridiculously so—and the way he maneuvered through drills with barely a sound made my skin break out in goosebumps.

“I thought you saw me standing here.” “No.” Her heart rate was slowing a bit and she took him in fully now: yep, yet another hot one, one that she hadn’t met yet. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, square-jawed and classically-handsome, all California lifeguard-esque, he reminded her of Captain America pretty strongly. Her eyes trailed over his clothes, appreciating that the man could wear a pair of jeans like nobody’s business. She took in his jean jacket and cut and – weirdly – a black cowboy hat. The hat should have been at odds with the MC leather and bad-assedness, but somehow this guy was pulling it all off just fine. He looked like he’d been born wearing a cowboy hat, and she didn’t even kno