Pokemon Kieran X Reader Novels & Stories

Kieran or Jax. To be continued…

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.”

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.

“We’ll see each other later. I am glad you are safe.” “I am glad too. See you later.” She places a quick kiss on my cheek as we pull away. Kieran growls lowly. I look at him. What is wrong with him? Is he perhaps jealous of a woman? After Isla leaves the room, I walk to the bed where my kids are and sit beside them. Kieran, without saying any more words, walks into the shower. As I hear the water running, dangerous imaginations course through my mind. Images of how hot his body is appear in my head and heat rushes to the pit of my stomach. Slowly, I trace his muscles with my fingers, admiring every detail. Fuck, I could feel myself getting wet at that imagination. He grabs me, peels off my c

"Fine. I won't touch you. Just sleep." Maybe the birthday party had drained him because his breathing soon became rhythmic. Then, his phone on the nightstand vibrated. Somehow, almost on instinct, I unlocked it and tapped on a notification. It was a group chat. Photos were flooding in, one after another, all featuring the same pair—Kieran and a young woman who looked polished and elegant from head to toe. My heart skipped a beat. This had to be Vivian Fowler, the woman he intended to marry. In one photo, Kieran had his arm around her waist while they shared a deep kiss under a sky full of fireworks.

*Kieran* King Cole and I lock eyes, and for a moment, I see his fire. Despite his physical weakness from the harsh beatings he’s recently received, he’s ready to fight. “A little help here,” I mind-link with my friends. The dungeon doors swing open, and Taner, Whyte, and Lucian storm into the space behind the soldiers, already in their wolf forms.

What if… what if this was all a game to get him to lower his guard? I exhaled harshly, gripping the edge of the table just to stop the shaking in my arms. “Calm down, Raven,” I whispered to myself, though my voice didn’t carry much conviction. “He’s strong. He’s clever. He knows what he’s doing.” But that last bit… even that felt fragile. Because Kieran wasn’t always level-headed when it came to Lucian. Their history was thorny and bitter and deeply personal, and I knew Kieran- knew how vengeance and pride sometimes got the better of his instincts. I’d seen it more times than I cared to count. He was not the kind of man who folded easily, nor was he the type to walk away from provocation. Wh

“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.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” "I… I think…” My voice was raw, unsteady. “He’s my mate.” Her eyes widened in shock, then went toward Gerald as if to confirm it. Her expression shifted quickly “Kiera, that’s……” "I don't know why I feel that way too. Can't be Gerald,” I said. “Your wolf was able to detect it. That's a little progress.” Tessa said. But whatever Tessa was about to say vanished when the pull in my chest hit me again. I was less concerned about what Tessa was saying. My feet moved on their own, pushing me through the crowd.

Cale was watching Kieran with a bored expression, but his hand was clenched on his knee. "Gossip is unprofessional, Kieran," Cale said. "It's not gossip if it's true," Kieran said. He looked at Elion. "Think about it, Doc. He knows everything about you. He cooks your childhood comfort food. He anticipates your every move. That's not romance. That's research." Kieran tapped his temple. "He studied you," Kieran said. "He memorized you. He's playing a role. The 'Perfect Boyfriend.' But nobody is that perfect. Unless they're reading from a script."