Novel & Cerita Derek Hale

He proceed to tell Jared. "You have to desert from her, if you still want to regain your alpha" He adviced Derrick. "I don't want to desert her, she is my mate, if i do? I don't know when i will meet another mate, i may not" Derrick lashes back at Jared. "Come here, you had to, i was the one who killed Lucy my former love, so as to just regain my name as an alpha" Jared spring out his long hidden secret just to convince Derrick to desert Jasmine.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

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—"

she murmured. Chris looked at her sharply. “You can’t live your life in reverse.” She gave a humorless smile. “Watch me try.” Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Keys jingled. The door opened. Derek stepped inside, scarf loose around his neck, hair slightly windblown. He was talking before he saw them. “You won’t believe the traffic—” His eyes lifted. His face drained of color. “Mrs Hale?” The name rang out, loud, shocked, wrong.

“I’m calling with Mr. Hale’s final offer. Take the teaching position in Oregon. Leave Los Angeles. Begin again somewhere your past won’t follow you. This is the mercy option.” “And if I refuse?” “Then mercy ends and complete destruction begins. Your choice, Mr. Castellan. But choose quickly. This offer expires in forty-eight hours.” The line went dead. Derek looked around his empty house, at the life that had crumbled around him, and knew he had no real choice at all. Damien Hale had won. Seraphine was beyond his reach forever. All that remained was accepting defeat with whatever dignity he had left.

"The Ironwood Pack controls the entire trade border. If we don't secure a partnership with Kaelen, the winter famine will ruin us. You’ve been in classes with that girl. Find a way to talk to him through her. Now." Derek moved through the crowd like a man walking toward a firing squad. He intercepted them near the fountain, his face pale. "Alpha Kaelen," Derek said, bowing his head in a show of respect that would have been unthinkable a week ago. "It is an honor to have you in Oak Haven." Kaelen’s icy blue eyes flickered over Derek with bored indifference. "And you are?" "Derek of the Blackwood Ridge, sir. We... we share several tactical classes with your companion." Derek looked at Leah, hi

She find him kissing another girl, and when being confronted about it, Josh didn't took the blame and decided to put it on her, calling her needy, makes all of it seem like her fault for being self centered for years after all the things that happened with her mother. So impulsively she bought a ticket halfway across the world to here, where nobody will know Natasha Hale and being someone new that is fun and adventurous instead of the boring needy one that Josh seem to saw on her. "He's a fucking asshole," The guy retorts after she finish her story. Honestly, she really needs to stop referring to him as the guy, spilling half her life story and she didn't even know the guy fucking name. Seem

Her best and only option was to wait for Nicholas to pay the ransom so she could be released. Just then, the door was pushed open and Derek walked inside, holding a couple of papers in his hands. Diane looked at him as he walked in, and shook her head slowly. When she first met Derek Hale, she didn't like him. He thought he was a condescending jerk, a piece of crap who thought she was not fit to take over her father's company. But now, she realized that he wasn't just a jerk or a piece of shit, he was also a criminal. A psychopathic criminal.

Rumors called Clive Hartley many things—brujo, shaman, zombie, the walking dead, even—but Derek had never believed them, always figuring they were bullshit stories and nothing else. Now, however? He desperately hoped the stories were true, because if not . . . he was fucked. “People say you know about this kinda shit. Ya gotta help me.” Clive Hartley leaned into hissing lantern light, bright green eyes narrowed, deep lines creasing his thick skin. “Somethin’s growin inside ya. Ken see it in yer eyes.” “Please.” A pause. Hartley folded his hands on the wooden table. “Tell me how.” Derek shuddered as pieces of himself fell away inside.