Derek Hale Novels & Stories

Leaving me standing at the border trying to figure out how to stop my mate from committing murder. Edward approached. "That went well." "Define 'well.'" "Nobody died. That's basically a victory these days." "Derek's going to the Council. Demanding Hailey's removal." "Will they do it?" "Probably. She just attacked him. Proved his point about being unstable." "What do we do?" "We find real evidence. Proof that Derek is involved with extremists. Proof that doesn't rely on tortured testimony or Malcolm's methods." "How?" "I don't know. But we have less than a week to figure it out."

Alex began hesitantly, "there’s someone at the border requesting to see you." Derek raised a brow. "Who dares to request an audience at this hour?" Alex shifted uncomfortably. "It’s Kael Blackthorn." The name hit Derek like a punch to the gut. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. Kael. The rogue Alpha. The man who had once stood at the pinnacle of power, only to be cast down for crimes he swore he never committed. “Take me to him” Derek ordered, his voice cold. Alex hesitated. "Are you sure? He—"

“Guess who I’m thinking of murdering.” He raises an eyebrow. “I'd like to see you try.” “We both know I’m going to win. Just like the infinite number of times I’ve beaten your ass.” He gives a short laugh. “You’re so full of yourself, aren’t you?” I shrug. “I’m the best at what I do and that’s a fact. Derek says only idiots get mad at facts.” He rolls his eyes. “Maybe focus your murderous intent on the one person that actually deserves it. Victor Hale.” He smiles sweetly. “I’m sure your precious Derek would looove that.”

I know because I was watching the ceiling and tracking her breathing until it changed. The number on my phone is one I recognize but have not seen in eleven years. I answer it anyway. "Alexander," Richard Hale's voice. Derek's father. My oldest friend, before he became something more complicated than that. "I need to talk to you." "It is six in the morning, Richard." "I know. I am sorry. I would not call if it were not important." I close the laptop. Stand up. Move to the window where the city is gray and just beginning. "Talk." "It is Derek." A pause that carries weight. "He is in trouble. Real trouble. Not the social kind." I wait.

“Routine checks. Nothing invasive.” I nodded, trying to focus on his words and not on the way Derek was standing next to me like a very large, very silent shadow. A shadow with opinions. And shoulders. “You can sit, you know,” Dr Hale said to him, gesturing towards a chair. “I’m fine,” Derek replied. He was not fine. He was wound tight enough to snap. I think the chair in question breathed a sigh of relief. Dr Hale continued, explaining hormone levels, timelines, next steps. I listened, but every time he looked at me, I felt Derek’s attention sharpen behind me. It was like being watched by a very judgemental, hovering radiator.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

“Damn, that slimy bastard ain’t gonna rest or would he? *** Derek Hampton, the Director of Operation at CULID Beverages. He was supposed to be the next in line to succeed Mr. Wesley according to the company policy. Derek had for long prepared himself for that position just for it to be handed over to Denzel at the last minute. He felt heartbroken and cheated. He protested Denzel’s capability to run the company since he had prior experience in corporate and business management but it seemed Mr. Wesley had pulled a few strings and Denzel was voted in as the CEO by the board members.

Pls comment. The main question is still.... Will Derek make it.