Derek Hale X Reader Novels & Stories

ALPHA KING XALEN ~<>~ “You either start talking to me like you want me in your life, or you reject me now.” Prior to the moment Haylee seethed these words at me, Theo had been telling me, “Fix your damn face, Xalen. Don’t talk to her like that. She would get the wrong impression.” My wolf had been warning me, but I just couldn’t help it. Even though I was pretending to focus on work, my mind kept racing back to the second I decided to read those letters. I wish I hadn’t found them. Heck, I wish I had forced myself to read more so I would have answers instead of dying under the weight of curiosity.

By day, Derek is a struggling journalist drowning in rejection. By night, he’s the master of his own decadent world, where Heather, his devoted submissive, exists only to please him. Every night, she greets him on her knees, her body his to command—soft, eager, and willing. Bound by desire and the unspoken hunger between them, their nights blur into a feverish haze of pleasure and punishment. She lives to serve; he lives to take. But as the boundaries between dominance and obsession fade, Derek must decide—does he own her, or has she already mastered him?

"You have no right to read them!" But Derek kept reading, his eyes getting wider with each word. The smile on his face grew more wicked and dangerous. "Well, well, well," Derek said, his voice like silk over steel. "So YOU'RE the mystery writer everyone's been going crazy over." My blood turned to ice. "The one who writes those incredibly detailed stories about guys' bodies," Derek continued, reading more. "About touching them, kissing them, wanting them..." "Stop!" I begged, my face burning with shame. "Please stop reading!"

I continued, my voice breaking halfway through, “but I deserve some respect at least. The same damn respect I’ve given you since this started.” There was a long, drawn-out breath on the other side before Derek finally spoke. “Xira and I have history,” he admitted, his tone quieter now. “She’s been my right hand ever since I figured her out, and maybe a little more. But that’s all history now. What’s between you and me…” “Is based on lies and manipulation,” I cut in sharply. “I’m done, Derek. When Kael’s messenger returns for an answer, tell him I’ll meet with him. Alone.”

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.

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?"

"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

After this author's note I will drop the first three chapters. The Warrior's Wild Mate follows Julia Kane, Dillon's sister and Zoe's best friend. It is a short Novella of her love story as she gives Derek Reed, a pack warrior and her brother's second-in-command, a run for his money. Julia and her wolf have always been a little wild and Derek has never been the type to settle down, which suits her just fine. Derek can't understand what it is about Julia that gets under his skin, but he wants to find out.

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

Sera’s POV: “I won’t wear this!” I screamed, throwing the terrible silk wedding dress off the bed. It slid to the marble floor like a useless puddle. Two women, they were maids I guessed, though they looked as trapped as I felt. They both flashed each other a look of pure fear. “Miss Hale,” the older one said, her voice shaking, “Mr. Damien needs you ready before the sun rises.” “I am not marrying him,” my voice cracks. “I absolutely refuse.”