Monster High Kieran Valentine 소설 & 이야기

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

at the gala looks even more pathetic now! 【Remember when Meredith acted all humble accepting that award? She knew she was lying!】 【Kieran's finished. No respectable pack will work with him after this.】 The comments kept pouring in. Screenshots of my post flooded every werewolf social media platform. Kieran's name became a complete laughingstock. His carefully orchestrated romantic gesture was now public humiliation. Every news outlet picked up the story. "Alpha's Public Betrayal: The Real Story Behind the Stolen Research." Word was he trashed his entire office that day.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“Yeah, I know, darling. He has the quality of being the darkest monster between the three of us, but the silent one has already gained it. Does he mean to tell me that Kade is the cruelest among them? I know they say the ones who are most silent can also be the most dangerous ones, and now that Kyle is confirming it for me, it scares me more. At least, I know some of the things that Kieran can do, as he’s shown me some of his rage at the dining table, but Kade, I have no idea what he’s capable of. Speaking of the monster, wherever is he? My heart is still beating hard when I watch Kieran bring himself to smile and lower his hand to the bed. “I decided to bring you breakfast, toy.” I hate all

My eyes take in the beautiful carving and completely misses the grinning Kieran leaning against it. "Glad to see you here, bunny. And for a change, you're on time, brother." I don't know why, but I feel like Kieran's acting like a dick on purpose. Like he's doing everything he can to piss off Octavius. Was that why he did those things to me? To stick it to his brothers face that he had the chance to touch the most intimate parts of me before Octavius could? Heat rises to my cheeks as the vampire walks toward us, ignores his brother, his gaze fixed on me. Kieran lowers himself, grabs the sides of my head and bringing his ice-cold lips to my burning cheek. "Watch and learn, bunny; one day, you

"Alpha, the body was badly—" "I said show me!" With trembling hands, the patrol member produced a blood-stained ID card. Kieran snatched it, his eyes scanning every detail frantically. Sage Whitmore. Age 24. Stormfang Pack. The photograph showed my gentle smile, the same one I'd given him just yesterday before he'd left me in that hospital bed. Kieran's face went deathly pale. When he spoke again, his voice was flat, but his slightly trembling body betrayed the storm raging inside him.

The cost is worth more than everything I have ever owned, while my reflection on the black marble floors showed a girl who didn't belong. I force my lips into a smile. “Jealousy makes your nose look crooked, Sloane.” Her rose perfume chokes as she bends closer to me. “Daddy Mercer wants Kieran mated to me by the Blood Moon. You’re just a distraction.” Suddenly, the elevator dings and Sloane's muscles stand tense. Kieran steps out, his golden wolf eyes piercing the site where she grips my wrist. “Problem?” His voice is calm but laced with anger.

Where Kieran stood beside Rhea like a king carved from stone. I look back at Ronan, fragile, if he ever learned the truth, that Kieran had spent years hunting him, that the man he loved became a monster because of him. It would destroy him, my mouth opened, and no words came out. At that moment, the television flickered, and a new announcement replaced the other broadcast. The words echoed through our apartment. [ OFFICIAL BROADCAST: THE HIGH COUNCIL CONFIRMS THE ENGAGEMENT OF PACK ALPHA KIERAN TO LADY RHEA THE CEREMONY WILL TAKE PLACE THIS WINTER.]

Damon verbalizes and everyone laughs. Kieran pokes his inner cheek in anger. “Still won't speak huh?” Forcefully, he grabs him by the front of his sweater and yanks him closer, the hood falling off his head to reveal a lock of silver hair and striking, yet dead crimson eyes that slightly catches Kieran off guard and the beautifully sculpted features that welcomes him. Kieran catches himself before he roams his eyes over the flawlessness. That's gross. “As your future alpha, I demand you answer when I speak to you or perhaps, you are simply too weak to try?” He roughly lets go of his sweater.