What Happened To Derek In Save The Last Dance 2 Romane & Geschichten

The flashing light from the fallen lamp illuminates his eyes, making him appear all the more dangerous. My nipples harden beneath my shirt, immediately gaining the attention of Derrick. His hands clench together at his sides. His wolf is close to taking control and the knowledge only excites me more. “I have not done anything with Daphne since my drunken mistake when I thought she was you.” Derrick’s growled out confession takes me by surprise. He only slepth with Daphne because he was drunk? And he thought she was me?

“Oh, nice to see you, Alpha Leonard. How’s the campaign going?” “I don’t discuss personal matters with strangers. Step away from my wife.” “Your wife’s a good friend of mine. I’d like one dance for old times’ sake. If you don’t mind.” “I mind. My Luna’s unwell. If anyone dances with her tonight, it’s me.” Derek held my gaze a beat too long, then smirked. “Understood. But fair warning… you might want to pay a little more attention before someone else notices exactly what you’ve got.”

Beside him was Claire, his high-ranking girlfriend who had spent the last six months calling me a parasite and making sure my locker was covered in trash. When Derek saw me, his entire demeanor changed. He pushed past his friends, a tight, forced smile plastering across his face as if the disastrous tribunal from last night had never happened. He wanted the campus to see us on good terms; he needed to validate his lie about the fated mate bond. "Leah!" Derek called out, his voice loud enough to attract the attention of the surrounding students. "I was hoping I'd run into you. Look, about last night—" "Move, Derek," I said, not even slowing my pace.

Fried chicken, fries, and a suspiciously suspicious-looking side of coleslaw tumbled onto the pristine marble floor. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!” I squeaked, flailing. God! The sound of laughter. This time it wasn’t a small chuckle, it was a collective, echoing ha-ha, directed entirely at me. My dignity? Shattered. My confidence? Exploded. My desire to teleport back to my bedroom? Desperate. And Derek? He walked over. Slowly. Deliberately. Like he was assessing the damage. Me, the food, the marble…and deciding which part of my life he wanted to ruin first.

Dizziness swept over me, and a sharp pain shot through my abdomen as I staggered and collapsed to the floor. Everyone gasped. Helena smirked. “Looks like Mr. Lewis was right—you do enjoy a bit of drama, Mrs. Lewis. Just one glass, and here you are, acting drunk!” Casey had initially reached out to steady me but froze when he heard Helena’s remark. “She’s right! No one gets drunk off one glass. Are you pulling another stunt, Kelly?!” Then someone suddenly cried out, “There’s blood… She’s bleeding…!”

Just like countless times before, like a proper mate seeing off her mate. I said: "Be careful on the road." He said: "I will." I watched him disappear into the night, the music still flowing from the speakers. I picked it up and smashed it to the ground. After the loud crash, the living room lost all sound. I turned and went back to our bedroom. Derek wouldn't come back tonight. I knew it. Sarah had won the bet. But I hadn't lost either.

He said before holding my hand and put it above his shoulders, then he guided me towards the center, and we slowly danced together with the soft music. And while dancing, I realized who he was. He was that jerk who asked if I need company earlier. The one I ignored. And with a heavy heart because of the scene I just witnessed, I can't believe that I found myself dancing with a jerk.

Derek hesitated before answering: "Viv drank too much celebrating for me tonight. She'll feel awful tomorrow, and I need to take care of her. I won't make it to the mating ceremony. Let's just forget about it." My heart turned cold, but I nodded gently. "Okay." After a pause, I pulled out the mate bond dissolution papers from my bag and handed them to Derek. "Sign these documents, please." Perhaps out of guilt, Derek took the pen without even looking at the papers and signed them. Then he looked at me, his voice soft as he promised: "I'll bring home your favorite venison tomorrow." With that, he drove away. ... When Derek returned home, it was already noon the next day.

"Then what about the drinks I asked you to prepare?" "Right here." Derek held up a can of iced tea and gave it a little shake. "Canned iced tea. I even got the lightly sweetened kind. Thoughtful, right?" Pretty thoughtful indeed. Derek and I had been together for ten years. I had invited every relative I had to this engagement party. I wanted everyone to see that Serena Spencer was not without a man, and the man she was marrying was certainly not a cheapskate. But everything Derek had done tonight was a deliberate humiliation, played out in front of everyone I knew.

Madam Dera stated to the third command who couldn’t believe any of what she just said. “It’s hard to believe right?” Derek said as she stood up to his feet “But I have come to take what rightfully belongs to me as the first child of Alpha Darius.” Madam Dera muffled her laughter which blew out “Alpha Darius Rucker doesn’t have any other child except Kaiden.” She said still laughing but her laughter died down slowly seeing the serious faces staring back at her, she looked at Chase who sighed, his face was plastered with confusion. “Baby?” Danica called as she moved over to Derek “We have other things to do instead of trading words with these fools.” Derek nodded, he nudges at Garry who moved