Pokemon Kieran X Reader Novels & Stories

“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

Kieran would lean over and kiss my cheek, tell me how lucky he was, how perfect the weekend was turning out, and all I could do was nod while my skin burned from the inside out. The afternoons were worse. I'd slip away to read on one of the loungers, pretending the book in my hands mattered, but really I was waiting. Always waiting. And he always found me. Never close enough for anyone to notice, just near enough that I could feel him. Floating on his back in the pool, arms spread, chest rising and falling with slow breaths, water beading on his skin like invitations. I'd watch the way his abs contracted when he rolled over, the way his shoulders flexed as he pulled himself through the water

She felt a strange energy coursing through her, and she directed it towards Kieran, who was standing nearby Kieran suddenly straightened up, his eyes glazing over. He took a few steps forward, his movements robotic, and walked towards Seraphina. The rest of the pack watched in anticipation, giggling softly. As Kieran reached Seraphina, he gently raised his hand and caressed her cheek. Seraphina's eyes widened in surprise before she burst into laughter, her cheeks turning a rosy shade. The rest of the pack joined in the laughter, amused by the unexpected display of affection.

"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.

I added it quickly. “I haven’t given him an answer yet, not really. But I needed to tell you.” Rowena pushed herself off the beam, a slow shake of her head accompanying her every step as she walked toward me. “Raven… you know what kind of man Kieran is. You know this.” Her voice wasn’t raised, but there was a sharpness in it, one I hadn’t heard in a while. “He doesn’t ask for help unless there’s a bigger game he's playing. And even then, he never puts himself at risk. He finds someone to carry the blade, someone who looks like the hero or the fool depending on how it ends—and then he disappears when the dust settles.”

“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.”

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."

She laughed and said, “Never once. Kieran is and always has been a one woman man. He waited to find me and had been to several blood moon balls, in search of his mate.” I continued reading the pack history and asking questions as they came up. I was completely immersed in reading about the warrior bloodlines and didn’t hear Frankie come in. He leaned over my shoulder and said “Do you know how sexy you look, when you’re completely lost in what you’re reading?” His voice was low and husky not only pulling me out of the book, but stirring a need within. I looked up and smiled, “Hello, My Alpha. Did you have a good day today?”

I recommended that she do some more yoga if her mind felt troubled. But what could I do for her? How could I rid her of all the burden she carried? The root of all Keira's problems was her stepbrother. I clenched my fists in anger. If only there was a way to eliminate him once and for all, I would have done it. I sighed through my nose, and my eyes slowly shifted to Kane. The resemblance he shared with his daughter was uncanny, but there was something a bit off about him. His cheeks seemed to sink into his face, and his collarbone had some depth to it.