Derek Hale X Reader Novels & Stories

“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.

“I woke up only to see that I was alone. Why did you go?” “ I did stay, but I had to leave.” She said sitting on his bed. “ There was something important I had to do. And besides, we are not married, we ought not to share the same bed, at least not yet.” “Yes, you’re right. We shouldn’t be sharing the same bed.” He said, embarrassed. “ You know, I haven’t gotten the chance to know your name.” “ Derek. My name is Derek Hale.” He answered. “ That’s a nice name, your majesty.” She complimented. “ So, how do you feel now? Much better?” She asked, trying to make the atmosphere lively.

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 hate this. I want to be immortal again.” Hale shifts next to me, tilting his head down to he can examine my face. The weight of his hand behind me presses into the bed, inches away from touching me. “And you will,” he murmurs. “I may know of a Gaze Reader.” I twist to gave him, stunned. “Seriously?” “Yes. I didn’t want to get your hopes up, because she is not always the most…gracious person out there,” he explains, ruffling his hair with his hands. It’s so fluffy and wild when he’s just awoken.

Derek’s POV For a moment after he said her name I thought I had heard wrong, like my ears had filled with rainwater and twisted the sound, and I stood there blinking with my mouth slightly open, waiting for him to laugh and say my name instead, waiting for the room to turn into the joke it had to be, because this was our night and this was the place he chose and I had suffered too much just to be standing there soaked and shaking for it to end like this. People started clapping and laughing softly and Ophelia moved through the crowd like she belonged there, like the floor knew her feet, and I took a few steps forward without really deciding to, my legs moving on their own, my shoes making we

The texture was hot and sticky, contrasting the cool leather beneath Jake. Liam stepped up behind Derek, but it was Derek who claimed her ass next, shoving two thick fingers in first to scoop out some of the leaking cum, using it to slick his shaft before pressing the blunt head against her pucker. Hailey tensed, the ring fluttering weakly, but he didn't wait thrusting in with a single, merciless drive that split her open wider than before.

“You’re not just a bodyguard.” Rafe stood. “Everyone keeps telling me things,” Derek continued. “Lucas talks about life deals. You react to hidden names. Somehow, I’m in the middle of something I don’t understand.” Rafe turned slowly. “You’re in the middle of something because you’re Derek Hale. Powerful, visible, and connected.” “That’s not what it feels like.” He walked closer, keeping a careful distance. “And what does it feel like?” Derek hesitated. “Like I’m being protected from… something. Not just physically,” he said quietly.

“Wait. The girl you had a drunken night with? Man, what are the chances? She just so happens to work for you too?” Xander smiled. “Yeah. Coincidence, right?” Derek studied him for a while, arms folded, as if waiting for Xander to admit something. When he didn’t, Derek chuckled. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice the chemistry between you two.” Xander scoffed. “You must be blind. There’s no such thing.” Derek arched an eyebrow. “Really? Because from where I was sitting, it looked like something else entirely.” Xander’s gaze flicked toward the door where Maya had disappeared minutes ago. “I’m not interested, Derek. It was just a fling. I was drunk. It happened. That’s it.”

Before I can say anything else, the sound of the front door opening cuts through the moment, followed by footsteps that move steadily into the house. Derek. He walks into the living room, his gaze moving across the scene in front of him, from the water on the floor to the cloth in my hand and then to Chloe standing there with her soaked sock, and for a second he does not say anything, just taking it all in. Then his eyes settle on me. “What happened here?” he asks. I open my mouth to answer, but Chloe speaks first. “She spilled it,” she says, pointing at me without hesitation. I turn to look at her.

The doctor who had come over this afternoon for my check-up had given us the pregnancy health book. I didn’t know Daddy could be this serious reading a book, those elegant fingers flipping pages. His dark brows were knitted in concentration so deep that I almost didn’t want to distract him. But then I remembered how good it felt to watch him squirm. How wet it made me to see him fight for control. How much I loved being the thing that could unravel Vincent Hale. I could make him tremble. I could make him weak. The power of it was intoxicating. Well, like I said. Almost.