DEREK HALE
Characters: Derek x Reader
Pairings: Derek x Reader
Status: Lovers
Storyline: You lost your strength after being attacked, and Derek decides to help you gain some force back, his own way.
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"Jump, jump, jump." Your feet leave the ground every time Derek says jump. You throw the black skipping rope on the floor and move to the next station. "You're still weak."
Every muscle in your body was throbbing. "Derek, I can't feel-"
"Keep pushing, don't think about it!" You groan as you push yourself up using only one arm. Derek starting hitting your wrist with a stick, making you off balance.
"What's your problem?" You say rubbing the spot on your wrist that started to redden already. "I've been getting stronger every day since we started training."
Derek scoffs, and motions to the bench press. You accept the challenge, laying down on the bench. You place your hands, one on each side of the bar and lift it above your head. You inhale then exhale. "That's one, Y/N and you're already shaking."
You try a second time. Derek walks behind the bench, and push down on the bar with his arm adding more weight. You groan as he places the bar back on the rack. "See? You're still weak."
You sit back up starting to fill angry. "Will you shut up, Derek! I know that I'm weak, you don't have to tell me every single time I fail!" You were on your feet now, hitting and pushing him. He wasn't fighting back. "You have been training me for weeks now, and the same words escape your mouth every single time. You're so weak. Still weak, Y/N. Push! Stop being so weak! Well, I am sorry that I'm weak. I am sorry that I lost my strength protecting my only family." You weren't angry anymore, you were furious.
"But, Derek, you know what I'm sorrier for? That I actually thought you were the one who could help me get my strength back! Argh!" You roar, and throw the bar with two hundred pounds of weight on the metal floor, panting. You realized what you have done.
"You knew? All I needed was to snap and get angry?" Derek nod, chuckling.
"Y/N, you were never weak and never will be. You're one of the strongest wolves in our pack, along with Scott and Liam. All you have to do to keep this strength is to be angry. So angry, that you want to scatter things into pieces. I'm sorry if I was hard on you, but it was the only way your anger could bottle up, and explode when you least expect it."
You smile, "I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean any of it."
"I know."
You laugh thinking about something that popped into your head, "what is it Y/N?"
"If Liam, Scott and I are the strongest in our pack, does this mean I'm stronger than most of the others? The twins? Isaac? Even you?"
"Yeah? I guess?"
You smirk, "so, you're the weak one."
