Novel & Cerita Alpha Kieran Stone And Alexia

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

I’d overheard him on the phone with Asher earlier, and the conversation had left him looking more troubled than I’d seen him in years. The situation was spiraling beyond his control, and for someone like Kieran, an Alpha who’d built his entire identity on strength and certainty, that helplessness was eating him alive. What was happening to werewolves around the world wasn’t something he could fix with strategy or force. For once in his life, Kieran Stone was truly powerless. And me? I was squirming in my seat, trying desperately to concentrate on the ancient texts spread before me, on anything but the way his shoulders moved beneath his shirt, the sharp angle of his jaw, those smoldering eye

“But you just stood up to her so technically…we are both fucked.” He snorts, covering his mouth. “I’m sorry. Forgive me” “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” I say, walking back to the bed and taking off my coat. He turns away. “Who is she, by the way?” I ask, grabbing a shawl to put on top of me, covering my shoulders. “Kylie Aaronson. She’s the alpha’s partner.” “As in lover?” I ask him, and he nods his head. “So why not get married? Why is he looking for other women?” I ask. Alex rubs the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze.

Alpha Lucian with his deep blonde hair and sea-blue eyes, face carved with cold authority and a gaze so sharp it felt like it could cut steel. Beside him, Alpha Kieran’s lighter blonde hair caught the sunlight, his icy blue eyes sparkling with a teasing charm that made his smile all the more dangerous. They were identical in their power, but never mistaken for one another. Lucian was the storm’s fury, unrelenting and serious. Kieran was the calm before the storm, deceptively easy going but just as deadly.

Though they provided food for their mate and children before they ate, they did not allow them to take from what was there on their plate. Lucian and Alexa had a perfect understanding as they ate their food in silence, both feeding each other. The guards devoured their food and thanked Alexa when she offered more. Their eyes had softened, and they smiled at her for the first time—their look no longer sinister. “So what are your names?” Alexa asked taking a bite of the steak. “I am Kieran and that’s Callum,” the one with the long scar said, pointing the dirty blonde guard who sat opposite to him.

Kieran is trying to reason in a sarcastic manner with Alpha Damon, who is even more pissed at his words. “Treason is everything you have done to betray this land. And how dare you still speak of a war that was even caused by your mistakes? We are all players in your games, aren’t we?” Kieran evades another one of his attacks, but he almost didn’t see the other one. Alpha Damon’s claws almost bite into Kieran’s chest, but he staggers backwards to avoid it. The effect causes him to lose his balance, and he falls to the ground. He settles back on one of his knees before he finally stands upright. His jaw twitches, and through his lashes, he watches Alpha Damon.

“If you weren’t such a serious dick all the time, maybe we could’ve been friends too. Like I am with Alex.” Kieran’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer. He just turned and walked away. Alex lingered at the bottom of the staircase after Kieran walked away, rubbing his jaw like he was thinking too hard. “I still want a painting of you,” he said, eyes bright. I sighed not having the strength to argue. “Why would you want to paint me?” “Because,” he said, stepping closer but keeping space, “you have the exact heart-shaped face I’ve been searching for. The goddess Flerani. And I thought maybe I could embody her in you.”

“Come on, you need to see him. Now.” “Meet… who?” I inquired. “The rogue alpha,” of course, she said, and took my hand and pulled me. Her hand was strong, impatient, and I had no objection. I was aware that my knot in my stomach was tightening with each step. We stopped in front of Kieran. He was standing erect, with hands slightly clasped together behind him, serene and deliberate as ever. My stomach twisted. “Keiran, “ my austrr said to him, and bowed her head. Then she turned to me. “Layla, this is Kieran, my mate.Kieran this is my sister , Layla.”

I replied stiffly. “Don’t I?” Lena asked, brows quirked. “Usually, I would hear of the Alpha rejecting his mate but this is different.” She leaned closer to me, eyes squinted. “You do realize Kieran’s the King. Anyone would literally die to be in your position right now.”

Serena. Kael stood over the council table as the last messenger collapsed to one knee, blood soaking through his tunic. The Alpha’s hands were clenched so tightly his claws bit into his palms, but he did not feel the pain. Pain was familiar. This was something else. This was the consequence. “She’s done hiding,” Kael said quietly. No one argued.