Kieran X Reader Pokemon Novels & Stories

Kieran didn't get back to Frost Pack territory until the sky had gone from black to the flat grey before dawn. He bypassed the main house entirely and went straight to the training ground, where he threw himself at the sparring posts and didn't stop. Fist after fist into solid wood. One, two, three, over and over until his knuckles cracked and bled. But the images wouldn't leave him. The look in my eyes when they swept past him — cold, unbothered, like he was a wild wolf on the side of the road. Not worth her attention.

She tried to keep her eyes steady, tried to swallow the breathless gasps that threatened to emerge, but it was getting increasingly difficult. "That day in the forest." Kieran continued. "When I touched your breasts, your nipples hardened." "They didn't." "Liar." He accused. "I felt it." He lowered his hand and rested it just above the swell of her breast. "Your body responded to me, even while you tried to resist. I felt you arch against me, craving more, pleading with your eyes." He trailed a finger over her cleavage, and grinned when he heard her breath catch. "And when I caught you spying on me in the waterfall..."

And there they stood. Alpha Xavier Thorne, the bastard who caused everything - his face grim, his eyes cold and watchful. Elara Thorne beside him, her lips thinned, her eyes fixed on me with an almost triumphant disdain. And then, my gaze found them. Kieran. He stood to one side of the rug, massive, imposing, his golden eyes blazing with a dangerous mixture of triumph and barely contained fury. His jaw was clenched, his body coiled. He was shirtless, his powerful chest rippling, his scent, raw and dominant, filling the air. He was a force of nature, radiating dangerous power.

And when she looked up from her useless book, he was there. Kieran stood in the center of her room as though he had always been there, as though the walls and locked door and all the mundane barriers of ordinary reality meant nothing to someone of his nature and power. He looked exactly as he had during their first encounter, dark hair falling past his shoulders, eyes that caught and held the light in ways that human eyes should not, tall and powerfully built with that unconscious grace that marked apex predators. But now, seeing him clearly and up close rather than through glass and moonlight, Aria could appreciate details she had missed before.

Kieran said, his voice dropping like he was about to spill some juicy gossip. “It says there might be two reasons for it. One, he doesn’t like physical touch, so he’s possibly asexual. And the other…” He looked around, lowering his voice to a whisper. “That he’s gay, he doesn’t like women at all and he has a secret lover… who happens to be a man.” I blinked.

Five. He sent it. The reply came in less than a minute. Yes. Just that. No question about why, no concern, no making it into something. Just yes, I'm here. Kieran looked at it. Something happened in his chest that he was still getting used to. He typed: Twin A keeps kicking my ribs. He's been at it for an hour. He watched the three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Then: That's because he already knows what he's doing.

Kieran is standing there. He’s dressed simply—white shirt, black slacks—but there’s nothing simple about the way he looks right now. His shirt clings faintly to his frame, the fabric stretched across muscle and strength, and his hair is slightly damp, as though he’s just come from the water or the night itself has kissed him. Then he looks up. And his eyes— Dangerously red. The color is striking, almost otherworldly, glowing softly beneath the moon. They lock onto mine, and in that instant, something deep inside me stirs. Awakens. Like a part of my soul that has been waiting—quietly, patiently—for this exact moment.

No—I had already decided how my story would end. I belonged to Kieran. The future Alpha stood at the center of the room, exuding power and authority, his broad shoulders tense as he listened to some warrior’s report. His dark, neatly styled hair framed a face carved from stone—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes. Every unmated she-wolf in the pack was watching him, hoping, waiting, wondering if the Moon Goddess had chosen them. I knew better. I adjusted the delicate gold chain around my throat, the one Kieran had gifted me on my last birthday, and walked toward him with calculated grace. My crimson gown hugged my body perfectly, the deep slit in the side revealing just enough leg