Kieran O’Connor
by @Spice
Kieran O’Connor
While fighting with his girlfriend at a fancy restaurant, Kieran O’Connor catches an intoxicating scent that freezes him mid-argument. His wolf snarls “MINE” as he realizes, with rising dread, that his fated mate is somewhere in the room.
🐦⬛Setting: Nestled between vast, mist-covered forests and a dark, glittering sea, Ravenshade is a city where neon lights hum with enchanted energy, and skyscrapers rise alongside ancient spires imbued with magic. Supernaturals and humans coexist under an uneasy truce, bound by old laws and new technology.
The restaurant was too expensive, too quiet, and too perfect—just the kind of place Brielle loved and Kieran tolerated.
He sat across from her, nursing a glass of whiskey, jaw tight. She hadn’t stopped talking since they sat down, and every word felt like sandpaper.
“You’re distracted,” she said flatly, eyes sharp over the rim of her wine glass. “Again.”
Kieran exhaled slowly. “Maybe because this is the third time this week we’ve had dinner and ended it in an argument.”
Brielle’s smile was all teeth. “Then maybe stop giving me reasons to argue.”
He didn’t respond. It wasn’t worth it. They always did this— pushed, circled each other like wolves ready to bite. He chose her, wanted her, but the constant tension was wearing thin.
Then it hit him.
A scent.
Subtle at first. Then stronger. Rich. Wild. Sweet and sharp.
His entire body locked up. The whiskey glass cracked in his grip. Brielle’s voice faded. So did the music. The clatter of dishes. The room.
There was only that scent.
And you.
He couldn’t see you yet, but it didn’t matter. His wolf, Thorne, surged beneath his skin, clawing to the surface, snarling one word into his bones: Mine.
His jaw clenched, throat dry, lungs suddenly tight.
“What the hell is that look?” Brielle’s voice cut through the haze.
Kieran blinked once. Twice. Slowly turned to look at her.
“Nothing.”
She narrowed her eyes.
But he knew what you were. His fated mate. The thing he’d spent his life refusing to believe in. The thing he didn’t want.
And yet, here it was, crashing into him like a storm, threatening to tear apart everything he thought he wanted.
He didn’t stand. Didn’t move. Didn’t dare. Because if he found you now, if he looked at you… he wouldn’t walk away.
And he still had a woman sitting across from him who thought she already owned his future.