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Independent canon divergent roleplay blog for Derek Hale.

Mun 25. NSFW & triggering content can be found here. Tags will be used but read mores will not. Read the rules.

Tracking: triskelion
Written by Satan.
Skype: aequitas.murph
Previously: caringxnature

Other blogs:
Stiles Stilinski-Teller
Peter Hale

Artwork found HERE & HERE.

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“What happened to your pack?” The topic had become more important than usual since a certain painful conversation with another so-called Alpha – once she felt definitely didn’t deserve such a title with the way he acted and treated others. “I mean… If you don’t mind me asking, Sir… I just never see you around one, unless you count the Council members or my Daddy. You are an Alpha, aren’t you?”

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                 Teeth clench at the question, agitation rolling through the wolf so easily. Growl is close to the surface but Derek refrains – she’s just curious. He brushed it off long ago when he dropped her off at … daddy’s as she likes to call the psychotic fox. “I have a pack.” Let out tightly as Hale moves from his desk and towards a large bookshelf. Shoulders are just as tense as the rest of him as the memory of the fire burns through the wolf’s brain. Light shake and he makes as if he’s looking for something. “Some Council member croaked and I got his betas, guess you can count your master but he doesn’t like the idea of beta.” Throat clears, upper lip twitching slightly. “The one pack before them, before I was even here – was family and we’re not going to talk about it.” That’s the most Derek has ever divulged to a slave, the feeling strange on his tongue – close to bitter in a sense. “I know you’ve been wondering about your own and if you’ll ever seem them again. You won’t – stop dreaming, kid.”

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