Meredith Grey And Derek Shepherd Novels & Stories

Derek has been on edge, understandably more than usual, because of the threat of having a mole in our pack, the rogue attack and the fact that he hasn’t seen Alexandria, except when she is sleeping. Ever since she woke up from her panic attack and found him holding her hand and resting his head on her stomach falling asleep and her panic attack almost started again, He then decided that he is some kind of trigger and stayed away for the sake of her well being until she is strong again and discharged from the hospital… but he mind links me almost every goddamn hour to give him an update about her, I guess his wolf is going crazy.

"We shall have another fight by sundown tomorrow, until one candidate comes out victorious." A mix of disappointment and relief floods me. Relief because at least I have another chance, and disappointment because I almost took Atlas down. But at least I saw my mate. Everything is worth it. * * * MEREDITH My heart is beating so fast it's almost breaking out of my chest as I watch Zeus try to fight his brother. I want to scream and cheer for him, to tell him that his mate is rooting for him, but instead I just try to move closer to the stage to see him better. To let him see me. . . .

Knowing well of the revelation I got from my expressions, Derek gave me a knowing smirk and I groaned inwardly. “Derek Shepherd is the new partner of Miller agency,” I murmured in disbelief while the accountant washed away all my suspicion by confirming. “Yes, Ma’am, he is.” ARGHHH Swallowing back all the bad curses, I hung up the phone and then finally looked at the devious man in front of me. “Why?” I asked him lividly. “Told you, I am open to new investments,” He shrugged and I couldn’t help but notice his uneven hair growing longer with the stubble around his chin remained.

“Who stands up at April’s wedding declaring his love for her?” “Easy, Jackson Avery.” “Who is 007?” “George.” “Who makes up M.A.G.I.C.?” “Meredith Grey. Alex Karev. George O’Malley. Isobel Stevens. Cristina Yang.” “Where does Cristina move to at the end of season 10?” “Switzerland.” “What does the doctor fail to order Derek?” “A FUCKING HEAD CT. WHO DOESN’T ORDER A FUCKING HEAD CT. For a head trauma. Even I know that.”

Before he could continue, a notification suddenly appeared on his screen. Derek’s brows knit together slightly. He tapped the message. As he read it, the faint amusement on his face vanished. His expression changed instantly. Alex noticed immediately. His eyes narrowed. “What is it?” Derek hesitated. And that made Alex set his tablet down slowly. “Report.” Derek sighed inwardly. There was no avoiding this. “Our men monitoring Miss Gray just sent another update.” Alex’s gaze sharpened.

And then he saw her, his mate, his little mate. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was fine, but then he heard someone grunt in pain. His red eyes moved to see Frederick who was struggling to stand up. Without thinking anything, he moved with great speed to attack Fredrick. Frederick who didn't see Derek coming right at him was pinned against the wall. He struggled to breathe as Derek held his neck tightly against the wall growling at him dangerously. “ DEREK STOP !!! ” I screamed when I saw that Derek was about to snap Fredrick's neck into two, he hadn't done anything to me.

Her pure-blood presence shifted subtly, becoming more appealing, more submissive toward him while remaining dominant toward everyone else. "Derek, you came just in time!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with just the right amount of distress. "This omega, she was disrespectful to Whitney at the medical center, and now she just tried to drown her with silver water! We couldn't control her. You have to put her in her place!" Derek patted her hand in what appeared to be a reassuring gesture. His touch was gentle, nothing like the cold dismissal with which he regarded me. He turned away from me entirely, addressing Whitney who was still gasping for breath, her face marked with silver burns.

“And I will make sure you lose your position for this.” “That is your right, but until then, the ruling stands.” Victoria looked at the council. “This session is adjourned.” The council Alphas filed out. Some looked pleased. Some looked angry. Most looked indifferent. Sage felt relief flood through her. They won. The asylum wolves were safe. But as they left the building, one of Grey’s former enforcers caught her arm. “I need to talk to you,” he said quietly. His name was Derek. He’d defected two weeks ago with his mate and kids.

Derek dashed down the stairs, taking it two at a time, he ran into Mary who was carrying drinks to the sitting room, spilling it all over him, she would have fallen if he hadn't held her by the shoulders to steady her, "I'm sorry" he quickly apologized. She observed him for a second, "is everything okay Sir? You look pale" Derek shook his head, his head pounding furiously in his chest, "I just got a call that my wife is in city memorial hospital, she's been shot"

She isn’t one of us. She doesn’t deserve his protection. Morrigana’s snout curled, her fury simmering beneath the surface. One way or another, Lycia would not last here. A ragged growl pulled her focus back to the battlefield. Derek was struggling to stand, his massive wolf form trembling, his dark fur slick with blood. His breaths were labored, every rise and fall of his chest a testament to his failing strength. Still, he lifted his head, hatred gleaming in his wild eyes.