Kieran X Reader Pokemon Novels & Stories

Like a whisper. Inside. Were personal things. Pictures of her. And Kieran. Smiling. Happy. Before I stole. Her life. There was a journal. Hidden behind. Her spare scrubs. I opened it. Read her words. *Kieran seems distant lately. Like he's hiding something. Sometimes I catch him. Staring at nothing. His eyes look empty. Almost black.* Black eyes. Like the creature. From the accident. My blood. It turned cold. *He says he loves me. But his touch feels wrong. Cold. Like touching ice.*

"You're just jealous 'cause you know you're never getting any good dick now that Jin is gone." "Screw you, Luna!" Umbra snarled. "Pfft... Please! I doubt you could since you enjoy taking it up–" Before Luna could complete her brutal sentence, Kieran responded to my question with a soft chuckle. "What? You don't believe I only came here to see you?" He asked, walking up to me in his gorgeously naked body. He proceeded to wrap his arms around my waist, planting a kiss on my forehead. "My little heart is hurt by that assumption."

This became my beacon of hope:Kieran was fighting for me. A month later, my prison door opened. I stumbled into his embrace, only to hear: "Sera, forgive me. Your parents were unyielding. For our packs' ancient alliance, I must play this charade. It's merely ceremonial, won't create a true bond. I swear, my heart belongs only to you." After stunned silence, I gently caressed his face. "You've already done more than enough." On the next full moon, I watched helplessly as a grand "Mating Ceremony" was held. Kieran and Isabella exchanged power tokens, their energies merging into a clear resonant connection.

Same corner booth where we used to plan our future together. Kieran had lost a lot of weight, dark circles under his eyes, radiating defeat. He looked up when I walked in. The devastation on his face was almost pitiful. "You came." "I said I would." I sat across from him, maintaining careful distance. He pushed a document across the table to me. Signed mate bond severance papers. And another file. The property deed for "Kieran-Phoebe Tower" with my name as the beneficiary. "This is the last thing I can give you."

“KEY-BLOOD. OFFER HIM.” My stomach clenched. “No.” The seam trembled. The eye narrowed. Kieran’s coal-bright gaze flicked toward the seam like he was acknowledging a master. Then he looked back at me and smiled like a weapon pretending to be a lover. “I can feel it,” he murmured. “It wants me inside. It wants to wear me… deeper.” My throat tightened. “Kieran, fight.” He laughed, and the sound had no warmth. “He is,” he purred. “He’s screaming so loud I can taste him.”

Instantly, I think of Eliza, my blood suddenly boiling inside me. But what can I do? Even if I am angry right now, even if I want to march over there and tear them apart from each other, I can’t. She is his Luna now. She is the one standing there beside him. Not me. Just then, I see his eyes suddenly scanning the crowd, those piercing green eyes flecked with gold. At six-foot-four, Kieran is a wall of muscle and raw power. The kind of raw power that makes my knees weaken even now.

He queried, a suspicious but awfully compelling look taking control of his eyes, “It sounds like you want something from me.” I felt a heat crawl up my neck that had nothing to do with a fever. I teased, though my heart was still hammering fast. "Is it that obvious?" Kieran didn't pull away. If anything, he leaned a few inches closer, the scent of him wrapping around me. "I'm a Beta, Ina. Reading people is my job. Reading you... That's just my favorite hobby." He squeezed my hands one last time before finally letting go, the loss of contact making the air feel suddenly thin. “You don’t have to bribe me, though. I will do anything for you, Ina.”

Kieran remained still at the table, his hands fisting on the wood, and I stayed across from him, silently waiting for his reaction. "Mira," Kieran finally opened his lips, looking straight at my face. "Do you know anything about these? The meaning behind this silver tooth and the fucking flower bouquets that prick keeps leaving behind?" "N-no," I stammered, caught off guard by his direct question. "How could I know what is going through someone else's mind?" "It's Kael! Not someone else," Kieran grumbled lowly, clearly not buying my words. "And you're the only one left here who knows him better than anyone else."

My heart cracked, the old wound from Rylan's rejection tearing open fresh and new. "Kieran!" Xavier strode forward, grinning as he clasped his friend's forearm in greeting. "It's been too long, brother." "Xavier." Kieran's voice was deep and rough, but his eyes never left my face. "Good to see you." "Let me introduce you to everyone," Xavier said, turning toward us. "You remember my brothers, Soren, Lucian, and Dorian." Each of my brothers nodded in turn. Kieran greeted them, but I could feel his attention like a physical touch, even when he wasn't looking at me.

he finishes and they both go, leaving Kieran and me in the room. "You can also go, Kieran, I would like to rest," I say to him and settle into bed. "Where would I go, beautiful?" He answers me, "this is my room," he adds, and I am stunned. "What the hell…!" I'm about to curse, but I stop. If he thinks I'm going to play his little game and lose control, he is very wrong. I've had too much of everyone today, even Kieran. Kieran is a wolf. He is that wolf.