Dr Derek Shepherd Novels & Stories

I was rejected! I had to kill to survive, it doesn’t matter who. I turned out to be a merciless leader that steps on the cruel and crush them with my feet. I am going to destroy all of the packs with the rogues, and then Derrick is all mines. Wondering who Derrick might be? He caused my greatest pain. He looked down on me even when he knew we were meant to be, because he couldn’t suffer the humiliation of mating with an omega. He turned his back on me when I felt I had found hope again. He sent me away and into the wild. When the war is over with the other packs, I will go back to my root, and make it mine.

The most powerful man in our world, feared by some, respected by all. My mate. The one person who should’ve been by my side today… couldn’t even be bothered to send a text. I stared at the screen longer than I should have, hoping maybe something would pop up. It didn’t. And somehow, even though I’d seen this kind of coldness from him before, it still hurt. Disappointed, I slipped my phone back into my clutch and straightened up in time to spot Derek. Derek was tall. Standing at 6 foot 7, he was often mistaken for a basketball player. His tall frame moved determinedly like a storm, crossing the aisle in just a few strides, cutting through people without apology. He didn’t even wait until we w

“I've made my decision, Derek. I don't care if you're human or a shifter. I want to be with you, as long as you want to be with me too.” She says to him, breathing heavily. Derek stares back at her, shocked by what she just said. “Say something, Derek.” She shakes him. “I think you've just rendered my brother speechless. I doubt he was expediting you to agree so quickly. Come on, Derek. Say something before you lose the girl.” Dale taunts him. Derek blinks twice.”You— you really want to be with me? Like have a relationship with me even though I'm a shifter?_

“Good idea, but I have to go. I ate four chili dogs earlier and now I have the shits.” “Ugh, I didn’t need to know that much.” Ralph laughed as he clicked off. “Amanda is right. You are a nasty, crude pig.” Derek stood and put his cell in his pocket. Then he heard his gorgeous bride coming down the stairs. He rushed to the end of the staircase and extended his hand to her. Chelsea smiled as she took it. “Careful. Careful these days,” Derek said as he guided her down the last three steps. Chelsea was seven months pregnant now and it definitely showed. “Thank you,” she said as she hit the last step.

He stopped abruptly and charged at her. Derek held her neck tight in his grip, and spoke, “So, you didn’t need me anymore? When you needed me, you came running to me. Now, you are back with your lover boy, and you think everything is great. You think you can change him? He can’t change. He is Aslan fucking Parker. Asshole is his middle name. And before you dream of a Home Sweet Home with him, ask what he did to Sarah. Do ask him, love. Aslan is incapable of loving. You are daydreaming.” He left her, opened the door and vanished. Derek smiled when he came out of the Ladies. He wanted to sow the seed of doubt and he knew he had done that.

He had turned into a dark, dangerous and calculating being. Furthermore, he grabbed the man by the collar and made him kneel on the floor in front of him. The man tried to wage himself with his hand, placing them on the ground in front of him so to be able to balance well. Without skipping a beat, Derek put his foot on both his hands, the hands that touched just her shoulders, and he stood down on them, as if he wanted to break them, so he won'tbe able to use the hands again to touch another shoulder.

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—“

"You barely even know him." "Then I'm guessing you know more than I do?" I responded, trying to keep my tone calm despite the rising tension. "Do you know he's got a girlfriend?" Derek asked, and I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. My expression must have shown my surprise and doubt as I responded, "You're lying." Derek laughed at me, and I couldn't help but feel like I was being played. "Stop being difficult, lil sis, and open your eyes. I did some digging into that donkey's past. Jacob's a former gang leader back in his high school days."

There's a Liam-shaped hole in it that I've been pretending isn't there, and now that I've seen him again, the pretending isn't working anymore. My phone buzzes. I look at it without thinking. Derek: ur not gonna like this but i googled him Derek: Liam Hart. played in the minors, he actually stooped playing in order to pursue a medical degree, he's an urologist, although idk where that degree went. Derek: u sure u dont know him? I stare at the screen. The minors, that makes sense, even though Liam has never mentioned it, he had experience.

But here i was, holding a script that called me ‘nervous’ about a girl I’d told not to fucking talk to me twelve hours ago. A soft scoff escaped my lips as I gazed down at the script Priya had shoved into my hands twenty minutes ago. My grip tightened around the paper, crumpling the sides. ”Are you good, champ?” Derek’s voice drew me from my thoughts. He was leaning against the trailer, scrolling through his phone with so much calmness. After spending ten years managing athletes who were one bad headline away from losing everything—nothing fazed him anymore. He had come in early specifically to see how the first day of shooting would go, courtesy of my dad who still thought this was a shit-s