What Happened To Derek In Save The Last Dance 2 Novels & Stories

"I haven't misunderstood anything. I promised my brother I would take care of you, but that doesn't give you the right to slander Olivia. I will personally raise Nathan, but this ceremony is canceled." The elder looked between them, confused by the sudden turn of events, but wisely remained silent. "I've already abandoned Olivia twice," Derek continued, his voice growing firmer. "I will not abandon her a third time. From now on, our relationship is strictly as in-laws. I suggest you remember that." With those final words, Derek left without hesitation, ignoring Sarah's tearful pleas behind him. He raced to the cliff like a madman, but by the time he arrived, Emma and I—along with the wolves

While trying to save me, Derek took a gunshot that was directed at me and we figured out that the bullet had been laced with poison. The doctors couldn’t save him, so he died with a last wish that I take care of his sister, Lisa, and make sure she's always happy. He was my best friend and risked his life to save mine, so protecting Lisa with my power, strength, and everything that I had, was nothing compared to Derek’s sacrifices. To make Lisa happy, because she had loved me since we were children, I had to accept her possessive love and got engaged to her last night.

I couldn't help but smile mischievously as I continued to dance with my friends and looked away. *** I had danced for almost thirty minutes when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the crowd. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" I said. My words hung in the air as the man stopped and I looked at his face "Beta Derek?" Derek looked at me and let out a strange smile "May I have a dance?" At first I wanted to refuse, but I just nodded my head I had no idea why Derek had asked me to dance. Had Bennett sent him to convince me to cancel my wedding? Why else would Derek want to dance with me?

Like it never happened… Derek blinked, desperate to seek her out, past the blinding light hiding her from him in plain sight. All the while, the music picked up from the track she interrupted in her descent. The room was filled with bodies, still dancing around them, disorienting the pack further as they carefully cleared Aislyn from the room. No, no… no! He couldn’t lose her again! The girl he just danced with, his love, he couldn’t! “Would the Alpha care for a room?” he heard an unfamiliar male voice ask.

He looked at his watch and said, “You might as well save your breath son… I wish you could have stayed put. That way you would have remained alive even if dormant and I could have chosen the body of your mate since this one is failing me already. We could have been happier but you just had to ruin everything.” “Never mind. I believe that my sister’s and his mate’s body will be perfect for me and Jasper.” “Don’t …touch her…” Derek croaked as his eyes started to close and he slumped on the ground because of the loss of blood. However as he felt his eyes close and the life slip out of his body, he knew nothing would stop that crazy dark witch.

Dating her best friend, mating mark, everything else was his way to stay here and spoil our special moment. But I couldn’t confront him openly and ruin my wife’s reputation. So, I took the safer route and gave him a last chance to clarify things. “Derek, explain. Now.” Derek dragged his hand through his hair; his eyes filled with desperation. “Last night, we were together in her room, celebrating the last few hours before the wedding. She was anxious and nervous, so I offered her wine...” My jaw clenched, the details challenging my sanity already. Balling my fists, I reined in my wolf as he continued.

he teased, stepping closer. “I’m not a flower.” He chuckled, and it did something weird to my chest. “Whatever you say, Nita. There are drinks in the kitchen. Chips and chaos everywhere else. Make yourself at home. Just don’t break anything important.” He walked off before I could reply, high-fiving someone as he melted back into the crowd. Hours blurred together. I avoided the drinks—mostly. I danced a little. Talked to two surprisingly cool girls. Then Derek got way too drunk. Slurring. Stumbling. Laughing too loud. He couldn’t drive. Hell, he could barely stand.

“I just want to enjoy our night, the four of us hanging out together like old times.” Jase arrived with our drinks, setting another vodka and a shot of tequila in front of me. We toasted to friendship and tossed back the shots. But just as we slammed our glasses back to the table, a high-pitched voice reached my ears. “Please, Derek! Come dance with me!” Derek’s mate was dragging him right in front of our table. On purpose? Probably. “I already told you, Amber. I don’t dance!” He protested. “Funny. I seem to remember him dancing with you at the bar.” Jase leaned in to murmur in my ear.

Then came that night seven years ago. There was a party celebrating some merger or other. Everyone was celebrating, making toasts. Getting very drunk. I don't even remember why I begged off early. I was in my room, preparing for bed, tired from smiling all evening. Then Derek walked in, the smell of whisky on his breath. He looked lost. He said something about seeing Savannah with another man, his words slurred and raw. Foolishly, I tried to comfort him. When he tried to kiss me, I didn't push him away.

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."