Novel & Cerita Agent Derek Morgan

That’s an insider’s job, and it would be better to catch such a person than leave them alive and Well to somehow turn against us once again, I thought. Morgan searched the crowd with his eyes, his eyes finally landing on Derek, he looked at him for a while and then he swallowed hard and said, “I have no partner,” he said, but I knew he was lying, and even though this was going to sound like I was rebelling against my own pack, I somehow had the hunch that it had something to do with Derek, and if it did, moon bless my heart, I would be ripping the bastard apart myself. “You are frowning way too much, growling even,” Nate whispered into my eyes, making me flinch. I relaxed my face a little, I

He smiles at Blake and sighs. He pushes the case near Blake, and leans down against his chair. "No.... what you need, is this baby. An enchanted Silver Dagger that is dipped in the Ashes of the Ancient Silver Maple Tree. It can kill a Primordial vampire, but only temporarily. The Dagger must remain in the heart of the Primordial vampire to keep them incapacitated, otherwise they will revive. But if you ask me, it's best if you chop his damn head off." His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air.

Derek Morgan sat in one of his private bars, swirling the last of his whiskey as he stared at the amber liquid instead of drinking it. He was the CEO of Morganton Empire. “What’s my next schedule for tonight?” he asked without looking up at his personal assistant, Steve. “Gala, sir,” Steve replied. “And… one hour left.” Derek’s jaw tightened. He hated galas; the lights, the noise, the fake smiles. With a sharp exhale, he snapped his fingers for Steve to continue.

he said for Derek to frown. “ let’s expose his underground business hermano, let do something for Gregory. He deserves to be avenge” Derek said in tears for his brother to sigh. He didn’t accept Aaron offer because the boy doesn’t deserve to be avenge but for stranger to give them option then he don’t want to escalate the matter. If he expose the underground firearms business, they have no sure plug to buy weapons from, he also runs a lot of underground businesses including human trafficking then he will be doomed too.

But he also knew I was right. "Be careful. If anything feels wrong, you run. Understood?" "Understood." I arrived at the staging area at 5 AM. Dozens of FBI agents. Supernatural enforcement officers. Everyone armed. Everyone tense. Agent Chen briefed the team. "Derek is considered armed and dangerous. He's an Alpha, which means enhanced strength and speed. Non-lethal force preferred but authorized to escalate if necessary." "What about his pack?" someone asked. "Will they defend him?"

Derek bowed and walked out. I didn’t count on him finding out much. He wasn’t Simon. My former Beta had an eye for details that everyone else missed. He paid attention and knew how to stay in the shadows, unnoticed. Derek… wasn’t that. He was one of my best soldiers, but not a match for my old friend. The same way Morgan wasn’t a match for Jenn. No matter how much I’d tried to convince myself she was.

Derek asks me as I sense plain and total curiosity in his voice, "Asher I need you to calm down will you please do as I say.?" I ask him as he nods in compliance, "I had meadows death through a tiny means the thing is turns out the pack house was destroyed by a secret agency and somehow I had gotten saved, but the irony remains the fact that it all started because of me, I met a lady called Agnes and she claims to be Laura's mother at first I thought she was crazy but she had been intent on it and eventually she Dave's me from the organization,

As she spoke, she pointed to her side: "It's this little bumpkin. No matter how I talked to her, she didn't understand a word. She's gone deaf and even tried to grab me!" Derek was still out of breath, his face had gone pale. He clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "Shut up!" The woman was obviously stunned by the yelling. Derek looked at Amelia, keeping a low profile: "Comrade, there must be some misunderstanding here, I..." Amelia didn't listen to his nonsense, just looked up a bit: "She was involved in live organ trafficking, and not just once. There's video evidence of the whole thing. As for you, Derek, the special unit wouldn't just come to your door for a casual chat."

She stood and moved from behind her desk. "Ah, sure thing," Morgan said as he watched her disappear, his eyes never leaving her ass. He shook his head. Focus, Morgan. He turned around and, on the computer monitor, which had so sweetly been turned where he could see it without touching it, was Bert Clydesdale's home address, which just so happened to be Jacqui Karston's address as well. With a grin, he typed the address into his phone before turning and heading to the elevators, saying a silent thank you to the absent Miss Anderson. If I make nice with the father, I may have a better chance getting to Jacqui. I think it's time to do some home repair.

“Yeah?" There's a brief pause on the other end. Then a steady male voice speaks. “Hayden Wolfe?" I close my eyes. "Who's this?" "My name is Jeremy Morgan," the man says. "I know this is out of the blue, but... I'd like to meet with you. I'd like to help." I don't respond. My head is pounding too hard to process anything quickly. Jeremy continues. “I'm also a victim of The Pack." That gets my attention.