Pokemon Kieran X Reader Novels & Stories

He reads over the letter. “..Wait Keira isn’t even here?” He starts. “Read on.” I say though my teeth. Harrison continues reading, but I can’t even look at him, the only thing I’m staring at are my white knuckles. My fist is clenched so tightly, I can start to see small wear lines around my knuckles from the skin being stretched. My breathing intensifies, I can hear the squeak of my teeth rubbing against one another. “Alpha Dawson?” Harrison says placing his hand on my arm and breaking me out of my trance. “WHAT?” I snap.

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."

He's talking to me while exchanging blows with the most dangerous Alpha alive. The sounds are brutal, and wet, which says that they are bleeding. A fist slams into marble and cracks with a spider web imprint, a locker caves inwards like its made paper, metal scarps the floor as if falls of the wall. Kieran growls, very furious and deadly. “You dare,” he snarls, each word dripping with violence. “ To touch what is mine, you hid him from me, for years, i trusted you,“ another punch, the room trembles.

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️ The following chapter contains adult content. Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners x Kieran

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.

I sucked in a breath, followed by another, but even then I couldn’t exactly catch my breath. “I’m not gay,” Kieran breathed against my lips. “To put it in simple terms, I swing both ways.” “O-oh,” I whispered stupidly. “Oh,” he repeated. “I—” Kieran pressed his lips to my jaw and slowly moved them towards my ear. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly, making my body jerk. His tongue soothed the pain before he pulled away. “I love pussy and the roughness of being fucked in the ass.”

“Oh. That is unfortunate.” Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, Kieran pulled me close and kissed me. Kieran Castellan — Sober Kieran Castellan kissed me.

“Even in death , I will always be Kieran's. I was made for him, and him for me.” I yanked my hands off his, and I ran straight out of the room. I got to the pack house but not before I had calm my breathing. I knew Kieran would have felt it through the mate bond. I opened the door slowly, walking in gently, and I closed the door behind. Kieran was on the bed, reading a book, and his eyes were fixated on me the moment I walked in through the door. “Are you okay?” Kieran asked. “Yes baby.” I responded calmly.

The sun is high up over the pack training grounds, Kieran stands at the edge, his arms crossed over his chest, his golden hair catching the sun while his eyes scan the dozen or so teenage wolves sparring in front of him. Dusts kick up as punches land, bodies slammed on the green field and their shouts echo from everywhere. Kieran is watching them, at the same time he isn't—not really. His jaw is clenched as his green eyes are hard, the weird dream replays over his mind like a broken CD. It clings to his skin like sweat, makes his skin crawl and his chest tight, every second builds more irritation under his skin that he wants to scratch it off.

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.”