Novel & Cerita Mi Vida Con Derek

Elysia It had been a month, a complete month since my life fell apart. I was surprised at how the hell I was still standing. I didn’t think I would even be able to survive this long. I sat on the edge of Sylvie’s couch, my legs tucked beneath me, a warm cup of tea in my hand. Her house smelled of freshly baked goods, and I loved it. “I’m serious,” I said, forcing myself to smile as I looked at her. “You can believe I’m over Derek. He can go to hell for all I care.”

I didn’t want to deal with explaining the whole thing right now – I didn’t have the strength – so I just texted back, What are you talking about? Immediately I received, You should call me. I was still upset and irritated and cranky about Derek, so I typed back, Can’t talk right now. Just tell me. Derek’s all over TMZ. I frowned and opened the browser on my phone. It was like all my jealousies from the last six weeks had been immortalized in color pictures and splashed on the internet. Derek had apparently flown back to LA after South Dakota. Better hunting grounds, I guess, because there was grainy photo after photo of him with women at a club. Women hanging all over him, women grinding him

It was bold, architectural, and strikingly beautiful—just like her. “I love you, Liv,” Derek said, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to spend every sunrise and every sunset of the rest of my life loving you, taking care of you, and building this family with you. You’ve touched parts of me I didn’t even know were alive, and I can’t imagine a future without you. I don't want to try.”

Our mates went into the prison but what we got back was shells of their former selfs. "Hi Mia, I said walking near her, How are you?",she sighs. "Hi Hunter, she sounds robotic,I am fine thanks. How are you?",Derek looked gutted as she handed me a plate but the warmth she one showed was only for their pups and speaking of pups she didn't want any more with my brother. He begged but she got on birth control and most times didn't let him touch her which is what he told me.

“How was work?” “Long. Derek is in his bisexual era.” “Derek is always in an era.” “This one has a guy.” “Good for Derek.” He picks up his glass. Tips it toward me. “To Derek’s era.” I pick up mine. We drink. The wine is warm and the cello is playing something slow and I am sitting across from a man I am about to destroy and he is toasting to Derek’s love life. “How’s Mia?” he asks. “Good. She lost a tooth yesterday. Tried to sell it to Mason for three dollars.”

I cleaned my face and headed downstairs. The hall was packed. Derek stood on the platform with Celeste. “Thank you all for coming,” Derek announced. “Celeste and I have wonderful news.” He placed his hand on her stomach. “We’re having a boy. A future Alpha!” The crowd erupted in cheers. I stood in the back, invisible, watching my former mate celebrate a life with someone else. “Tonight, we feast!” Derek declared. The crowd dispersed, already planning the party. I turned to leave but froze.