Derek X Stiles Novelas e Histórias

I said, clapping his hand and pulling him into the usual half-hug. I was still trying to keep it cool, even though my head was pounding from what just happened with Stacey. I could barely hold myself together. But of course, Derek had no idea. “Did I just see you talking to the hot lecturer?” He said with a smirk, jerking his head toward the direction of Stacey’s car. “Damn, man. If I had a shot with her, I wouldn’t waste time either.” My blood ran cold. The mere thought of Stacey’s name on anyone other than me just seems to piss me off.

Derek raised his glass. “It’s time,” he whispered. “Everything is falling into place.” Derek adjusted his tie in the mirror, a slow, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He had chosen a dark navy suit. It was sharp, expensive, trustworthy. The kind of look that screamed “I’m the stable one.” He ran a hand through his hair, imagining Noelle’s tear-streaked face. She would be vulnerable right now. Broken. Roman had done half the work for him by pulling away like a coward.

Chase said, and I detected a teasing note in his words, but then he smiled at the young man. Derek smiled at the commander, his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles seem even larger. A very light beard was beginning to grow along his chin. Despite his impressive physique and deep voice, his eyes were those of a boy, and I suspected he wasn't much older than me. "Helena, this is Derek Taylor. He's a member of the Pack, just like James and Leon." Derek looked at me, and his gaze lingered on my cleavage. At the very same moment, he lowered his eyes to my feet and said awkwardly,

Even my fans became her fans. She stole it all. And I lost it. “No, no—hear me out. Derek is not what you think he is. He’s a manipulator, abuser, and very morally wrong. He violated me, ruined every pride I had left as a woman…don’t let him do that to you. Don’t—“ She kept rambling on and on and fucking on like a chatterbox. “You—“

Derek is happy and his satisfied chuckle makes me giggle. My mate is extremely talented. So much so that he pulls me to straddle him and sink down on his huge cock. I woke up hours later and moved slowly. We went at it pretty hard and I knew I would be sore. Derek is huge in the package department. I yawned as I got up, pulled on my clothes and went to check on Levi. Finding him asleep I smile and head out to the kitchen so I can make us food. I'm starving once again and want some stew.

"That's the CEO of Stark Corporation! It's the tycoon, Derek Stark!" Derek's name had sort of become a taboo in my life over the years. Even though I had heard of a tycoon who shared the same name, I had never assumed he was my first love. Derek walked into the room slowly and naturally placed an arm around my shoulders. "Sorry for being late." I stared straight at him with bittersweet feelings. Even after ten years, he hadn't seemed to have changed much, but he appeared more mature and composed than before. "I'm Derek Stark, the father of Rachel's son. Who says he's a bastard child with an unknown father?"

"Why would I mock a woman who just handed me the keys to the kingdom?" I pressed my back against the cold stone. "I don't know what you're talking about." He stopped inches from me. He smelled of rain, expensive whiskey, and something feral—like cedar and blood. He reached out, his rough thumb tracing the tear track on my cheek. The touch sent a shockwave of heat through me that had nothing to do with the bond and everything to do with fear... and attraction. "Drail is an idiot," Derek murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "He thinks rejecting you makes him strong. He thinks breeding with that snake gives him power."

*1 year back* Derek checked the stairs, no one was there. He went straight for the brown door and opened it. Inside it, sat a figure, covered in blood, wearing nothing but pants. "Zane?",said Derek. Zane jerked his eyes open. "Am I dreaming?",he whispered. "No no",said Derek. "I'm really here buddy" Derek was going to cry, after seeing his best friend in such a state. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I'm here to get you out"

Alexander's POV** The stark, empty corridors of the building echoed with my hurried footsteps. My mind whirred with strategic calculations as I made my way to Derek’s body. Every decision from here needed to be precise and meticulous—any slip-up could mean chaos for our already fragile peace. I reached the room and paused for a moment before entering. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, the metallic tang of blood immediately hitting my nostrils. Derek's lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading around him. Seeing him like this, despite knowing the circumstances, didn’t invoke any sorrow. Derek had been a cruel, ruthless wolf who thought he could take what

Derek asked pragmatically. I considered this. Stiles' pride had taken a massive hit today, but involving law enforcement would only draw more attention to his humiliation, which is something that I knew Stiles was going to avoid desperately. "No," I said finally. "He divorced me this morning. I doubt he wants to explain to anyone why he was watching his ex-wife get pushed into the mud for entertainment." "Good." Derek settled back into his seat with the satisfaction of a man whose plans were proceeding smoothly. "Then we're all set."