My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Kieran Killian

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Chapter 89

~Author’s POV~

"Welcome to the Killian Estate," read the bold inscription across the wrought-iron gates — but no words could prepare anyone for the view beyond.

Perched high on the lush cliffs of the Middle Belt Territory, the mansion gleamed like a sculpted gem — marble walls glowing in the morning sun, gardens and fountains unfolding like a living painting.

Inside, the main lounge was another place where old-school charm met sleek luxury. A chandelier that seemed almost magical hung from the ceiling, casting intricate patterns on the velvet walls and plush carpets.

The scent of wood, leather, and a hint of prestige filled the air, but none bothered the person in it.

At the centre of it all, lounging like a bored panther on the black suede chaise, sat the youngest heir of the Killian pack, Kieran Killian, the only son and second child of one of the wealthiest Alphas in the entire kingdom.

He looked like royalty dressed down—casual white shirt, collar open just enough to hint at the scar near his collarbone, black slacks tailored to fit perfectly, one leg crossed over the other.

His midnight-black hair was tousled effortlessly, his features sharp and coldly striking.

A single golden ring glinted on his index finger as he lazily flipped through a holo-tablet, his expression half-dead with disinterest.

"Next," he muttered in a voice smooth like silk over steel.

Standing beside him with poise was Lucie, his maid and assistant—a girl with clever eyes and an air of practised elegance. She wore the Killian crest like a badge of honour and held a thin tablet filled with files and intel from PSA.

Lucie swiped, and the next image flickered across the screen: another male, muscle-bound student ranked high in elemental combat.

"Samuel Braze," Lucie said in a flat tone. "Top of the general psychology class. Noble family under the Northridge Alliance—"

"Boring," Kieran cut her off, flipping past the image with a yawn.

"Understood," Lucie said, adjusting her stance and switching to the next. "Leah Mortise. Ranked third in—"

"Lucie," Kieran sighed, throwing his head back against the couch dramatically. "You’re not giving me anything exciting. The moment I step into that school, it’ll be the same parade of egos and dullness. This was supposed to challenge me."

Lucie hesitated.

She glanced at her screen again, then at him as he continued. "Actually, I think I enjoyed the Pro-Gamers International Championship more. I was angry it was delayed into the school calendar, but now it feels like it should have been delayed further."

"There is one more you haven’t seen," she said carefully.

Kieran arched a brow. "Aside from the Alpha Princes?" Lucie nodded. "Then why would you hide her from me, hmm?"

Lucie didn’t reply; she only flicked the screen, and then he saw her.

The image popped up—a captured frame of Valerie Nightshade, not a posed portrait but a mid-action shot.

Her stance was guarded and tense. Her body turned as if preparing to strike, and her black hair flared like fire in motion. Her eyes locked on something off-frame, sharp and alive with ferocity.

Kieran sat up straighter.

"Oh..." he breathed as his eyes narrowed.

Lucie didn’t say a word, but she instantly noted the shift in his energy.

He leaned forward as his fingers tapped the screen. "Finally. We do have a beauty."

"She’s... complicated," Lucie made a note, keeping her voice tight.

"You’re quiet, Lucie."

She didn’t respond immediately. Her posture remained impeccable.

Kieran watched her, noting the way she gripped her tablet a little too tightly, the way her mouth pressed into a thin line, and the way her jaw had tightened.

The smallest shift in her breathing. The glance—too quick—she had given to the screen before schooling her expression and the shadow of something burning behind her otherwise calm face.

Jealousy.

Possessiveness.

Longing.

All the things she tried so hard to bury under her perfect posture and obedience.

Kieran smirked lazily and tilted his head slightly. "Look at me."

Lucie obeyed. Her gaze met his, calm as always. But Kieran had known her too long to be fooled.

"There it is," he murmured. "That look in your eyes. Jealousy doesn’t suit you."

Lucie’s grip on the tablet tensed, but her voice remained level. "I don’t know what you mean, Alpha."

Kieran set the holo-tablet aside and uncrossed his legs slowly, deliberately. Then, with a quiet thud, his boots touched the floor, and he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

"Come here, Lucie," he said, voice low, curling around the space between them.

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