Young Derek Hale Novels & Stories

"A young pack healer at the Silver Fang Healing Center? What is his name? Tell my ears right now, and my alphas will send a squad to drag his body here immediately!" Noah smiles apologetically. "Supreme Alpha, his name is Derek Hale. Don't let his low position fool your eyes. His moon medical skills are exceptional, and his hands can definitely save Juan." Gerard mutters the words slowly, "Derek Hale... Derek Hale..." Then, his large hand shoots out and slaps Noah so hard it sends his body flying clean across the room into a pile of chairs. He spits on the floor, "Are you out of your damn mind?! You think your tongue can mess with my head?!"

The big merger defense case against TechDyn was heating up, and Dave wanted every detail perfect before the hearing next week. Dave Hale was the senior partner at Hale & Associates, forty-two years old, married for fifteen years, and known as one of the sharpest corporate litigators in the city. He was also straight. At least that was what everyone, including his wife, believed. I was Aston Rivera, twenty-eight, three years into my time at the firm, and hopelessly aware of how attractive my boss was.

Mr Hale scratched the side of his face in hesitance again, swallowing thickly before saying, "The person who exposed everything wasn't an outsider, it was someone close to you." The words landed hard like a grenade between them and Alyssa's brows knotted immediately, "Someone close?" "Who?" “It was Derek.” This statement hit harder than the first reveal and the entire world froze. Alyssa stiffened and her mind went numb. "Derek?" She repeated, hearing the name but being unable to process what it meant. She blinked once, then twice, hoping she'd misheard what Mr Hale said. Mr. Hale didn’t look away this time and his voice rose, "Yes, it was Derek Marshall. He was the one who revealed your fat

“Hell, he’s told everyone that story. Bout some Thing wanderin the roads, lookin for someone to bring ‘im all the lost souls in the world. So he can eat them or some such? Shit, some folks he’s told it to two or three times. Myself, think I’ve heard it four.” Derek winked, leering, as if letting me in on the secret holes he’d drilled in the wall of the girls’ locker room at school. “Don’ pay old Ike no mind. He’s one of Buster’s best drivers, but he’s crazy an full of shit. Crazier ‘n a shithouse rat full of shit. Ain’t no spirit king wanderin the roads, lookin for someone to bring ‘im all the spirits to gobble. Only thing wanderin is Old Man Sykes lookin for little boys’ peckers to gobble,

Peter had said the board meeting was Monday, and we'd agreed to keep the transition quiet until— My blood ran cold as I saw what was on the screen. It was a live feed from the airport. There was the Hale Enterprises private jet, the one I'd taken from New York three weeks ago. And walking down the stairs, waving to a small crowd of reporters and photographers, was... Peter. My assistant. My second-in-command. The man I'd trusted to handle things while I dealt with Mom's ultimatum. Walking down the stairs of my plane, wearing my suit, with my briefcase, being introduced by the newscaster as "Derek Hale, the mysterious billionaire CEO finally making his public return after months of speculatio

Hayley strolled over to her pot of stew, eyeing the group like they were a bunch of quails. "W-We didn't eat anything!" Derek blurted out first, standing up nervously. His young face looked helpless under Hayley's gaze. He was the youngest among them, only 20 years old, but he wasn't a rookie. He had enlisted at 16, done well, and worked his way into Liam's special forces squad. Still, even with his solid skills, he was young, inexperienced, and had definitely never met a woman as cold-blooded and ruthless as Hayley.

an younger male with arms covered in tattoos said making Caleb roll his eyes "I'm not sorry" he said "Like my husband was saying, you don't belong here Derek. You belong with Beau" the younger male said and I was confused as all hell as to how they knew Beau. "You've done it again, Mama. You've confused the kid" the tattooed male said earning a hit from what I'm guessing is his mate "Derek. he's name is Derek, Princeton" the male said and okay these names were sounding familiar but I still couldn't connect them to anything