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

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’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Derek’s eyes went hard again, and he cleared his throat. “I just needed a minute to breathe.” “Yeah well minute’s over!” Jessica said, looking over at me. “I want to dance with you again. Our last one got cut short.” “In a minute,” Derek said softly. “I’m in the middle of something.” Jessica came closer then, swaying her hips from side to side. “But baby,” she cooed. “I need you right now!”

I was going out Friday night for pizza and wings with a couple people from our crew, and Derek was going to sit at home and call Eve before joining us. Derek mentioned to some people he had a date Saturday night he was really looking forward to, which peaked some interest. He talked about dates often but never one he was actually excited about and so they were all wanting a report back. Friday night came fast and I was out for dinner, waiting to hear from Derek. He texted me he was parking and to meet him at the bar. I excused myself from the table to go claim a stool, and ordered us a couple beers. He came in, practically running at me.

"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."

~Celina~ Being Logan’s Luna, I was expected to appear graceful at all moments, even if he never bothered to take me with him to any events. Naturally, that included learning to dance. So I wasn’t overly worried about dancing with Derek, even though I could feel a strange sense of anxiety and something that felt suspiciously like anticipation. I expected that we would only do a few steps for namesake before stepping out. But once the music started playing and Derek started moving, I looked up at him. And then I just forgot everything. As he kept moving, I moved along, not even thinking of my next move. As if choreographed, we danced in sync. He dipped me and twirled me, and we glided through

“If Aurora ended things, I believe you would seem more devastated. The fact that you don't mean that she didn't end things, but then again, you would not be here if something was not wrong “ Derek said, his gaze trained on me. I groaned. There was no hiding anything from his very perceptive eyes. “She went to see Jackson, and I lost it, man. I followed her, and I almost confronted her, but at the last moment, I realized she was ending things with him and not what I thought. I thought she was cheating on me and I was so mad. I had come to reconcile with the fact that my mate had given her heart to another but I thought that at least, I would be able to win herm I thought the bond would be str