Meredith Grey And Derek Shepherd Novels & Stories

"Since you love Derek so much, never let him go." I wanted to see if Sarah would still follow Derek once he had nothing left. After sending the message, I was exhausted and about to put down my phone to sleep when it rang. As soon as I answered, Derek's furious voice came through. "Vivian Gray, what are you doing now? You're already the pack's female Alpha—why do you keep targeting a fragile Omega?" "I finally take her out hunting to relax, and you have to make everyone miserable, don't you? Apologize to her, or don't blame me for not showing you any mercy."

His flesh burned beneath her fingers—too hot, too fevered. But she did not let go. Did not step back. "Derek," she breathed, her voice shattering. "Come back to me." He stiffened. His respirations shallow, his muscles trembling beneath her fingers. For an instant—just one—his darkened eyes gleamed. Gray. His stormy gray eyes—her Derek—appeared for a brief moment. Diva's throat tightened. "There you are," she breathed. His hands lifted—slow, hesitating—fingers brushing against hers.

“Interesting “ he said softly. His voice was deep and controlled. Not loud like Adrian’s. Not emotional. Controlled. One of his warriors. Stepped closer to me. He grabbed my arm. Pulled me up roughly. I cried out. My body was too weak to fight “Name “ Derek said. I swallowed. My lips were dry. “Austin Gray.” His eyes flickered slightly. “From Blood Moon Pack.” It was not a question. “Yes.” He studied my face for a moment. His gaze moved to the mark on my neck that had started forming earlier when the bond first snapped into place. His jaw tightened a little. “Why are you bleeding here?” he asked. I almost laughed again. “Your brother ordered my execution “ I said. The warriors around him sti

Placing two glasses of water on the coffee table, Derek scooched into the space at her side, his arm reaching across the back of the sofa so he could play with her hair. "I never had the time. This is the first I've been here since getting home." He shrugged, as though it weren't important, but to Ashlyn, it meant so much more. After his tests had come back clear, and the staff had been confident that hypothermia posed no threat, Derek had been discharged, while she'd been kept overnight for observation due to her levels of saltwater ingestion. He'd been set free, yet, he'd stayed. For her. Tipping her head back, she looked up at him in awe, the smile on her lips a silent testament of her ap

He queried again, his voice rising with each question sentence. "Yes, I did." She mumbled, bitting her lips and expecting the worse. So she wasn't suprised, when she felt his strong grip on her neck; his eyes changing from its beautiful mysterious blue color to a darker cold shade, almost black. "Derek..." She called out weakly, not wanting to fight him back; after all she deserved whatsoever he planned to do with her. She had betrayed him again. She thought too that perhaps it was better she died, after all her mate didn't recognize her. It was better she left the earth, than stay without her mate.

My wolf whined pitifully, sensing our pup's distress but unable to help in my pregnant state. "You'll pay for today's actions," I gritted out through clenched teeth, trying to focus through the haze of pain. Derek treated it as a joke, laughing coldly. He grabbed a glass of red wine from a passing server's tray and poured it over my head without hesitation. "This is the price for impersonating Ethan's mate," he declared triumphantly. The cold liquid streamed down my hair, staining my white maternity dress crimson. The wine mixed with the blood from my various injuries, creating dark patches across the expensive fabric.

Could Derek's legendary moon healer expertise really be that extraordinary and true? Shortly after leaving the Hale keep, Derek receives a direct call on his device from the Bloodclaw Pack Heiress, Lydia Hale. "Alpha Derek, have your ears heard the big news about Supreme Alpha Mark Thatcher's critical condition tonight?" her voice asks through the speaker. Derek doesn't look surprised at all, his voice staying smooth. "My mouth warned his face before that his heart condition was super serious, but no one in his den listened to my words, so there wasn't much my paws could do to help."

"Brother, if you had accepted her choice with dignity, I might have respected you. But you tried to force Eliza through despicable means. I've stood by and watched you hurt her for seven years. I won't allow it anymore." Derek's lips curled into a self-mocking smile. He tried to explain himself to me but collapsed weakly to the floor. "Eliza, don't go with him! I forbid you to go with him! He's my brother... my own brother..." I no longer loved Derek, but I couldn't watch him die in front of me either. My mate sensed my thoughts and had his people take Derek to the hospital. As soon as Derek was admitted to the hospital, my mate's allies moved to arrest the guards that Derek had brought to t

A sharp crisp look just like his eyes. “Anderson.” Greyson gave a clipped nod, the first emotion splitting his emotionless streak of face. “Stone.” Anderson chuckled. “Fancy meeting you here once again. Shirley transferred her case to me.” “Oh boy,” Courtney whispered in a sullen tone behind Greyson which made me know that they had a history before this one. Now I found myself wishing for Shirley. The no nonsense, hot looking lawyer. “After you.” Anderson showed us inside. Greyson morphed his face into that plain slate once again as we walked in.

Perched up on the chair,typing away on his laptop were Gray Westmore who didn't even acknowledge the duo who just walked in. Meredith's stomach churned from the ball of nerves creeping up her soul, but she knew better than to alert him of their presence. She had never met someone as intimidating as the person who sat in front of her. Noah, however, had other plans, he rushed towards Gray with a squeal. Her heart screams internally When Gray looks up; annoyed and angry. She kept her mouth shut, and stood straighter. Gray looked at Noah,his eyes a tad softening but the frown never faltered, it seemed to deepen when he looked up to find Meredith standing as stiff as an iron shaft.