Books Dexter Is Based On Novels & Stories

"Dexter is a cerebral man. He is a hot shot criminal lawyer and he has connections but he has not used them to get ahead because they will leave a trail . Which leaves one of your ex lover's . " " I think I broke up properly with them . " "I've had Salvatore look into everyone you've dated and your dating history. You have some pretty psycho lady that you love dating. You love drama and you live for the drama." "I used to live for the drama but now I live for one person make it two people only. My wife and our baby boy." " That's so sweet. Axel has your eye colour but not the shape of your eyes he looks like you with also he looks like a combination of both you and Ell ."

Killer But the evidence of the boy I once knew, no longer existed. The slight limp gifted to him by my sister when she knocked him also MIA, as his keen gaze watches me with a hard-eye stare. I knew Dexter first from his father's unorthodox connection with the Delroy family. It was a relationship built on a blood oath that was made many years ago. A price paid to secure they had a future that wasn’t coated with their past discretions. What exactly it was, is still yet to be known. And I wanted to know.

Dexter’s office was on the ground floor, a spacious room filled with thick books, maps, and heavy wooden furniture. The bookshelves were quite surprising to Narsha. It wasn’t like Dexter was the type to need to project an image of himself as a smart Alpha by displaying those books, so it was likely that he actually read all of them. “Sir Enrique, does Alpha Dexter read those books?” Narsha whispered. “Yes. His appearance doesn’t show it, but he’s been a bookworm since he was a kid.”

After being delivered my meal, I brought out the envelope and read it out; Dear Blade, All these years, you’ve been deceived. Dexter is more dangerous than you think. He despises you and would not hesitate to kill you. There’s something I never told you. Something which have been on my mind and had affected my conscience for years. You never killed your father. You didn’t even start the fire, it was Dexter. He killed your father and somehow his mother died in the process. He was jealous that your father had chosen to make you Alpha despite your…”

Dexter “Well, first of all, I came here because I thought that we should find you. You’re our kin, and you deserve to know that we exist. That you have a family.” I nod, and then ask, “Where are you from?” “All the way in Baywood,” he states. “Yeah, a long way away. A whole week to get here. We never thought she got so far, you know? We started looking in the nearby towns and cities. Nobody ever heard of her. We thought that maybe she changed her name. My mother got sick afterward and stopped looking. Then, she asked me to take over as soon as I turned eighteen.”

**Author's POV** Dexter sat on a chair that looked like a throne in an apartment he had conjured up by himself, blood dripping from his hand. He had killed the elders, and he was very proud of what he had done. He felt no remorse or regrets for what he did. They had become an obstacle and he got rid of them. He wanted nothing to foil his plans and was ready to go extreme to accomplish his goals. He looked at the blood dripping from his hand with an accomplished smile on his face and stood up.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't feel sadness for her falled kingdom. Nobody clapped, they could only stare in indignation as the king led his new bride away from the burning kingdom he just conquered. But they didn't understand one thing. He didn't conquer the kingdom because he wanted to. He did that so he could get to Maya, the forgotten princess of Gegoria. But how did it all begin? Surely all villains have origin stories. Well Dexter is no different but his origin story is quite unique. It started many years ago. From a single act of kindness from the woman he now calls his Queen...

"Lexi, where are you?" I found her in the living room, huddled on the sofa. But she wasn't alone. Dexter stood over her, his eyes manic, dangerous. Lexi was rocking slightly, tears silently tracking through the dust and terror on her face, clutching her arm. The dark, ugly marks on her skin weren't bruises from a simple push—they were vicious bite marks, deep, violating symbols of his hatred. "Dexter, you sick bastard!" The words were a raw, protective roar. He snapped his head up. Before he could fully process my presence, I had yanked the gun from my waistband. The cold metal was heavy, shaking violently in my hand as I pointed it unsteadily at his chest.

Draco asked as Dexter breathed in deeply. "I don't know. I met her in the club, we got wild. She was good and gorgeous. She wasn't Lycan but there was this powerful aura around her. I was too drunk and had one nightstand with her, the next morning she was gone. The only thing I remember was her silver hair and snowy skin," Dexter said. "I don't understand how she left Finlay in my mansion without my knowledge. My son spent so many months in the rotten slave's quarter. I'm such a useless father," Dexter grumbled.

"Dexter is the General's son! He's been trained since birth!" "That hunter has a death wish!" A bookkeeper quickly set up a table. "Bets! Placing bets! 10 to 1 on Dexter Muse! 50 to 1 on the Hunter!" People rushed forward, slamming coins down on Dexter’s side of the table. They mocked Dean, calling him a fool and a braggart. "He thinks killing rabbits makes him a soldier," one warrior laughed. “What a loser. Dexter will add him to his long list of defeated opponents after now.” Another cackled, betting everything in his pouch.