Derek And Meredith Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Derek, the past is over. Stop clinging to a life where you wouldn’t even mark me. Our mind link was severed long ago. Whether it was the two of us who died in that trap in our last life, or us who have started afresh in this one, the fact that our paths have not crossed is the best outcome for both of us. “Besides, you despised me in our last life. You never wanted me to bear your pups. And in this life, I will never go back to living a life as barren as a dried-up well.” Like a cornered beast, Derek let out a harsh, agitated growl. “I regretted it because you never helped me! Fine, you didn’t buy me a blade, but you even sent a mind link behind my back to the Alliance Tribunal and told the

Clause Three: All remaining savings, investment accounts, and real estate under Audrey's name shall be placed under Derek's full management authority. I trembled with fury, jabbing my finger at Derek's face. "Have you completely lost your mind, Derek?" "You want me to raise your mistress's kid and hand over everything I own? Keep dreaming!" Derek dropped onto the sofa, unbothered. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. "Audrey, it's called looking at the big picture." "You care about appearances, don't you? Sign this, and you'll still be the glamorous Mrs. Ashford."

It was a cold, sharp, metallic sound. My brain felt like it was short circuiting. What merger? I stared at them. I couldn't breathe. Everything started to click. The fight. The beating. Derek let them do it. He didn't just let them, he orchestrated it. He let them tear his face apart so he could get it on camera, destroy Connor’s family reputation, and force a corporate merger. This was sick.

I mutter, ducking lower when Derek's hand slips under Brittany's short dress, his fingers digging into her thigh as he grinds his hard cock against her hip. She's moaning into his mouth, her legs parting slightly to let him press closer, and I can see the outline of his erection straining against his pants. My wolf whimpers pathetically in my head, her heat mirroring the ache building in my core, and I mentally tell her to shut up. We already knew this was coming. The moment Mom announced she was marrying Alpha Garrick Savage three months ago, any fantasy I had about confessing my secret love for Derek died a painful death.

Then came that night seven years ago. There was a party celebrating some merger or other. Everyone was celebrating, making toasts. Getting very drunk. I don't even remember why I begged off early. I was in my room, preparing for bed, tired from smiling all evening. Then Derek walked in, the smell of whisky on his breath. He looked lost. He said something about seeing Savannah with another man, his words slurred and raw. Foolishly, I tried to comfort him. When he tried to kiss me, I didn't push him away.

The second video began playing immediately. This one showed Derek visiting Victoria in their secret hideaway just last week, bringing baby supplies and promising her that once he became Alpha King, they would rule together. "Scarlett means nothing to me," his recorded voice declared as he kissed Victoria passionately. "She's just a useful tool. Her pack's support is all I need from her." Derek's face grew paler with each passing second. He stumbled backward, his confident Alpha posture crumbling. The third video was even more damning. It showed Derek and Victoria planning our mating ceremony, with Victoria deliberately choosing that expensive dress to humiliate me.

Derek attempted to amend any damage his recklessness could have caused but found he didn't even know where to start. "I can tell," The Lycan's voice held a note of amusement. "considering she chose to seek refuge with you." The heat currently torturing Derek tripled in shade. Damn it! He had no idea how deep in trouble he was, if he was even in it at all. "Nothing is happening between us, I swear!" His tone was earnest, just short of a plea. "Yes, we were once lovers, but that has long been over. We are nothing but friends, and that isn't going to change any—"

He watched as Demi walked down the street, her hands wrapped around her body when she fought the cold wind, and felt a pinch of guilt. They moved back here for a fresh start but the outlook wasn’t too good at the moment. New York failed for all of them big time and it wasn’t till the disaster that he knew they had to come back here. The grief burnt in his chest when he thought of her, thought of them all, and he inhaled deeply before tossing it away. Derrick licked his lips before turning around and heading to the fridge for beer. It was halfway gone when his cell chimed with a message and he saw one new message from Boyd asking him to come out for a few drinks. Derek agreed shooting him a m

Derrick chuckled, “I think that’s true. When I saw your picture with another man, I could barely think of anything. I think I liked you way back then too, but I didn’t realize that. I was overcome with my ego. I’m sorry. I let my jealousy destroy our marriage.” We were back home, and Dean was sleeping in his room. Only God knew what he had done with Diana because he was so tired when he returned. I had to force him to eat his meal before he continued sleeping. Seeing him close his eyes while eating like he had performed a major job all day was quite cute. Derrick’s hand held mine, and it slowly traced a circular form on my hand, sending shivers down my body to my lady part. I had never been

It’s a new world truly and all that's needed for me is to adapt to the change. The next morning, I wasn’t expecting Derek to be waiting for me. Immediately I got down from the stairs, a frown etched on his face. “Are you a mermaid? Do you find it hard to leave the bathroom any quicker or will it kill you if you do?” he yelled. Oh, God! Not again, please. “My classes don’t start until nine,” I explained. He cringed while glaring at me. “Let’s go,” he instructed as he began walking away. My feet were rooted at the spot because I wasn’t expecting anything from him and God please, I don’t want to be in the same space as him this morning.