Derek Morgan Spencer Reid Novels & Stories

“I came to surprise Xavier, but it seems I’m the one surprised.” I blinked, still catching my breath. Derek, Xavier’s best friend and the company's managing director, had vanished for months after his father’s passing. U wasn't expecting to see him anytime soon, much less now. He stepped forward with a grin as he offered me his hand. “Morgana.” He said with exaggerated cheer. “Have you been treated nicely so far?” I nodded mutely, still recovering. “Good,” He beamed. Then he clapped Xavier’s shoulder. “I’ll be waiting in your office, boss man. Try not to get too... distracted.”

Spencer laughed lightly at Morgan' s concerns, though he couldn't deny the truth of what he was saying. The first time Spencer had seen Morgan, he had been dressed in blue jeans, a button up shirt, and sneakers. After that, Spencer made it a point to look for clothes that made him less noticeable when he changed. Now, however, he often wore gray sweats or loose flannel shirts that he usually kept hidden underneath his hoodie or shirt. Today, he decided to wear a simple black suit. It was simple, yet elegant. Morgan gave a mock salute to Spencer and walked away, returning to the couch where Garcia, Hotch, and Reid were seated. Spencer joined them, taking a seat on the floor across from Morgan

Morgan was placed on an oak table, the one at which holidays and meetings had previously been celebrated. The pack gathered around and stared at Reed in silent question. Such strong werewolves, but without their leader, they looked like blind puppies. They need someone to take responsibility. "Trent did it," Reid said. Standing behind everyone, I felt rather than saw their dumbfounded faces, - He gathered the renegades, with the help of Fred, lured ... Morgan, - the name of his uncle was not easy for him, his voice trembled, but he gathered himself and continued firmly, - Only he could inject him a tranquilizer from the back.

Morgan also arrived at the hotel with her mother. On the way, Amanda informed her daughter about the people who would be present tonight. When she mentioned Jim Schuman from Regal Corporation, Morgan asked, "Will Derek be there, too?" Amanda said, "I'm not sure. What's the matter?" "He was pursuing me some time ago, but I rejected him. Later, he bothered me for a few days and then disappeared. If he's here tonight, it would be awkward for us to meet," Morgan explained. Surprised by this revelation, Amanda asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He knew how to turn hinges. He found who he was looking for on the balcony: Spencer Wren, one of the last old-guard investors in Sinclair’s original entertainment division. A man who’d stayed quiet during the Veronica fallout, watching the tide. “Evening,” Morgan said easily. Spencer turned, eyes narrowing. “Didn’t think I’d see you in a place like this.” Morgan smiled, patient and wolfish. “Places and people change. Sinclair’s heading for an identity crisis. I just want to help stabilize it.”

I start, “Now, thanks to your foolishness, you get to live the rest of your life in this cell, while Rebel and I continue to live our lives and grow our family.” Then Reid chimed in, “Morgana, if I had known this is how you would have turned out, I would have killed you then and saved my family all the heartbreak and despair you have caused. I lost my daughter because of you. My granddaughter was treated like a slave because of you. She was kidnapped by Kaden, because of you. My grandson-in-law almost died because of you. My mate was almost left as a widow because of you. If I ever had any guilt or remorse for how things ended back then, you effectively crushed it. When I leave here today, I

Heiress to the Spencer Company. Managed publicly by her cousin, Adrian Spencer. That name had caught my attention. Adrian and I had attended the same business seminar years ago. Same school. Same halls. Different worlds. He was quiet, observant, careful with words. We had spoken only a handful of times, but I remembered him. Which meant Morgan was connected. Family. Blood. I smirked faintly. It made sense now. Adrian was reserved. Morgan was fire. A knock pulled me back to the present.

"Lieutenant Slayer Reid of the Royal Guard." I raised an eyebrow, not immediately seeing the significance. "The same Slayer Reid who became William Morgan's personal servant before mysteriously disappearing two years ago," Raven continued. "The same man who was present when William Morgan lost his leg in the confrontation with Alpha Alexander." Now that was interesting. "You're suggesting Reid deliberately engineered William's injury?" "It appears that way, sir. And there's more," Raven's voice lowered. "Both Slayer Reid and Eliza Morgan were near Silverlake on the day of the Lotus Moon cult incident."