Novel & Cerita Derek Hale Season 1

“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.

“You really want to know?” “I need to.” Derek sat on the armrest beside him, sighed, and nodded. “Yes. We did.” Caleb swallowed. “What exactly?” Derek scratched the back of his neck. “We had sex.” Caleb’s jaw tightened. He looked away for a second, then back at him. “You actually slept with him? Just like that?” “It was steamy,” Derek added, almost defensively. “Caleb, that guy is hot, like…” “That is not the point, Derek,” Caleb cut in sharply. “You had something with him the first time you saw him? Who even does that?”

The teams left the ice for break, but Derek didn’t follow his teammates to the locker room. Instead, he skated over to the announcer’s table and grabbed the microphone while glancing in my direction. “Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice echoed throughout the arena. “I have an announcement to make.” The entire crowd went dead silent. Down on the ice, I saw Hunter stop in his tracks near the tunnel. Seth and Zane froze beside him, all three turning to look at Derek with identical frowns of confusion. “Three weeks ago,” Derek continued, his eyes sweeping the crowd until they found mine, “I found my mate.”

“Sleep well.” After he left, Seraphine stood in her apartment, touching her face where his hand had been. Damien Hale loved her. Had loved her for weeks, patiently waiting for her to catch up. And she was catching up, falling faster every day despite her fears. Maybe that was okay. Maybe trust didn’t require perfection just honesty and patience and two people willing to meet each other halfway. She was starting to believe they could do that. Meanwhile - Oregon Derek stood in his new apartment small, furnished, nothing like his Malibu beach house. The college had welcomed him warmly, his students seemed engaged, and his new colleagues treated him with professional courtesy.

Mel POV: I watch as Derek paces the room long after Alessia's breathing had steadied. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, his fist is still clenched by his sides, claws threatening to pierce his skin. Alessia is alive, but that doesn't seem enough for Derek, he wants answers. And, he'll stop at nothing till he gets one. The door creaks open, and Darren slips inside, his expression somber. Without even as much as throwing me a glance, he ask cautiously, "She's stable?"

A chaotic, emotionally damaged campus king became obsessed with the one man he can’t control. Everyone at Blackthorne College wants Professor Vincent Hale. Nathaniel Laurent is the only one obsessed enough to ruin himself over him. Nathaniel Laurent is the kind of student professors warn each other about. He's rich, reckless, beautiful, and violent. A campus king with a charming smirk and a talent for getting under people’s skin. Especially Professor Hale’s skin. Teaching human sexuality at Blackthorne College means Vincent Hale has dealt with shameless students before, but none like Nathan. The infamous bisexual troublemaker seems determined to turn every lecture into a game of p

“It’s ironic that you woke up first, Derek.” A chilling voice commented behind him, sending frissons of fear down his spine. As Hael Wilder came into view, the real unease started crawling in Derek’s belly. Hael’s eyes were dark, almost black, but his expression — the rage that sparkled from his eyes? Derek knew he was dealing with a bigger monster than he and his brothers combined. He was looking at a stone-cold killer. Then Hael smiled. “Do you have any idea why you’re here, Derek? What could you have done to cross my path?” Hael waited, his gaze never wavering from the older male, and Derek shook his head, unable to say anything with the tape over his mouth.

We were the same size and could easily share, but Derek would always be Derek, like a clingy girlfriend; anything he liked somehow found its way back to his apartment. Through the first half of the day, I only received deliveries and cancelled the arrangements I'd made, and by evening what he'd really been waiting for finally arrived, and Derek was the first to open the sealed envelope. For a moment he just stood there, then slowly walked over and sat down beside me. "Taron Hale sent this." Derek pointed to the opened file. Before I could grab it, he pulled out a second brown envelope and set it on the bed. "Eron Ashen sent this."

When I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the hallway to head back to our table, I found Derek leaning casually against the exposed brick wall near the corridor. ​He was holding his denim jacket over his arm, looking up as the door clicked shut. ​"Hey," I smiled, surprised to see him standing there. "Everything okay?" ​"Yeah," Derek said softly, pushing off the wall. He rubbed the back of his neck, a dry, slightly wry smirk touching his lips. "Just heading out early. Early shift at the hospital tomorrow." He paused, studying my face with a quiet, intense curiosity. "You know... you never mentioned you were dating the Jax Cole of the NBA."

"He got rid of his own father. So tell me, if he could do that to family, what do you think he'd do to someone he only sees as a business asset?" My pulse pounded. Derek wasn't perfect, but he wasn't cruel. What if Elian wasn't telling the truth? "If you still think I'm lying, ask him about Serena Woods." "Who?" "One of his college classmates. Derek nearly ruined her life after she exposed him for stealing property that wasn't his." "Stop." My voice came out sharper than intended. But Elian kept going. "Derek Hale isn't the saint you think he is." "Stop it!" I clamped my hands over my ears. "I said stop!"