Werewolf Tearing Off Shirt Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I was already stripping her. As she remained leaning back onto the bed, her chin tipped down, but eyes wide, watching me, I gripped the sides of her pajama shirt in either hand and didn’t bother with the buttons, just tore it open, buttons pinging against my chest and pattering to the floor, ignored as she gave a little squeak, but laughed breathlessly too. “Cazz…” “I can get you a dozen of these in minutes,” I growled as I tugged the shirt off, baring her to the waist, my wolf snarling as we realized she’d been in that room with all those males and no bra.

I heard them. “Why aren’t they shifting?” “The silver’s going to keep them from doing so.” “Come on, boys. We’re going to catch us a pair of alpha werewolves!” The laughter made my blood boil as he stumbled under an outcropping of rock. Tony was getting paler. I pulled off my shirt and started to rip it. Our beta did the same and pressed against the wounds. I tied the strips as tight as possible. Tony’s eyes were bleary, looking up at me as I worked.

Deacon’s POV Elena and I stayed in that position for a while. I let her cry every single tear she had been withholding back for as long as she had tried to, even at the expense of drenching my shirt. My heart clenched as I heard her cry as if I was as heartbroken as she was. If only I could share half of her pain, I’d do so in a heartbeat. No… I’d even take all of it for her. Once she felt better and loosened her hold on me, I stood up and took off my shirt, not minding that I was now shirtless. After all, it was normal for male werewolves to be shirtless, especially during training.

and my whole body was petrified. Out of habit, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled down to straighten it out. Unfortunately, I pulled a little bit too much and a noticeable tear appeared on the fabric. 'Shoot!' I wanted to curse at myself. I wanted to run away from that place. Unfortunately, I had no time as Lewis arrived in front of me. "Ah..." I could not help but exclaim before placing my hand on the tear of my shirt to hide it. "He-hello," I unintelligently said. Around us, I heard the werewolves gasping in surprise.

Flesh is not made to be used as wrecking balls and what was left was probably unidentifiable. We rushed quietly to come to aid to the teams ahead. It probably didn’t take us more than forty seconds to reach them. By that time the fight was over. I saw the wolf-man melt effortlessly back into a man. The shift had been controlled enough to keep the clothes intact, and only the footwear was missing. Damn, I’ve never seen anything this impressive from a werewolf.

I was about to go over and help when Rider grabbed hold of my arm and stopped me. “Put this on first,” he growled while shoving a T-shirt in my face. Fucking guy, what was his problem? Nudity wasn’t a big deal amongst werewolves, and on top of that, half the people present were naked, including him. Even though I wanted to tell him to shove his shirt up his ass, now wasn’t the time for us to argue. I ripped the shirt from his hands and slipped it on before making my way over to the injured warriors.

“What is a pretty human like you doing in the werewolf world, anyways?“ asked the one who captured me as he let his last piece of clothing drop to the ground. I cried and yelled in freight as he stood stark naked over me. “And in the forests for that matter?“ he smirked before squatting and grabbing my breasts. “Get away from me, you fool!“ I screamed suddenly, spitting on his face. His gaze darkened in anger and he slapped me across my face, making my pain and cries intensify. I saw stars in my vision, and my heart tightened in an uncensored way. And I suddenly grew silent, losing all hope. He asked the other guy holding me to let go. Then he tore the upper part of my gown in haste so my br

I hurried to unzip his pants. With still my underwear on, my legs wrapped around his waist and I bucked up to feel his bulge. Happily, I was able to feel it and my goodness, he was already thick and deliciously long underneath his drawers. “Se...re...na...” He groaned, almost biting my lip, and then reached for my underwear. I thought he’d pull it to the side to make a clear path, but oh no, he instead ripped it to pieces. Easily. Without any hint of remorse. I didn’t need to wonder how. Heck, he was a werewolf after all.

Coward. The fourth challenger shifts into his wolf, a medium-sized grey and black wolf. I immediately shift into my giant, black wolf. The challenger took a step back after seeing my wolf up close. I could sense he didn’t want to die. He isn’t fighting by choice. I decide to pounce on him, and I go for his neck. I sink my teeth in, but I don’t rip his throat apart. I slice into him and stop before I do permanent damage. His wolf passed out and I dragged his body over to Aurelian and Lucas.