Derek Hale X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

I cried out as pain flared through my back. His other hand slid down to my waist, his fingers digging into my hip with a force that wrung a moan of pain from my throat, and a spark of something else I refused to acknowledge. His claws nearly breached my skin as he stared at me with an intensity I had never seen in a man before "And what do we have here?" His voice was a deep baritone of pure masculinity and power. "A little golden intruder in my territory..." My heart skipped a beat. His territory? My mind raced. This man... this was Derek, the Alpha of the Eclipse. An irrational terror struck my nerves like lightning.

"Well, well. Sleeping Beauty finally decides to rejoin the living." Damien's head snapped toward the familiar voice, and his breath caught. Derek Hale lounged in the leather armchair beside the window, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead as he scrolled through his phone with indifference. He looked exactly as he had three years ago—young, cocky, with that trademark smirk that had once driven Damien to distraction.

"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!"

“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."

“We were just joking around.” Derek looked at me, a look that said he was ashamed of me, and I looked at the ground, blushing harder. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t what it looked like, but then I would have to explain what it actually was, so I kept my mouth shut. He turned back to Tyler and got right in his face. “Don’t think I forgot about all those things you used to do to my girl friends that I brought around growing up,” Derek spat. “You better leave Hailey alone. If you harm one hair on her head, or if I catch you doing anything to her…”

His eyes were dark with lust, a hot promise that made her burn even more. She felt like liquid under his brown gaze, her legs shook and she bit her bottom lips trying to stifle the embarrassing screams that might escape. “Mmmh?” He answered, “More?” “Yes…” Halle replied with a pleasures filled moan, and Xavier being the sweetheart that he was, heed her requests until both their breaths were coming out choppy and Halle could no longer see anything but stars in her vision. Halle slumped into his body again once the imaginary chorus in her head was over, both of them breathing heavily like they had just finished a marathon.

“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.

When I looked back to see Derek, I could see Hayley clinging to him like leech . When will this ever end? Won't I have to reveal the fact that Derek is my mate to them?

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Leah.” My whole body froze. I jerked my head up. And there he was, standing at the glass doorway. The owner of the house. Adrian Hale. It felt like my heart dropped straight to the bottom of the pool. “M–Mr. Hale?” My voice trembled as I hurried to the edge, reaching for the bathrobe I’d left on the lounge chair. “I didn’t know you were home. I’m sorry if—” “No need to apologize.” His voice was calm, steady. But something in his gaze—something quiet and unreadable—sent a shiver over my skin, leaving me tense and painfully aware of every inch of myself.