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I feel something twist inside me, sharp and hot. Merope keeps going. “Dexter’s doing it because he loves his daughter. He thinks this is helping her. But he’s blinded by desperation to save her. But that greedy bastard he chose? He’s going to hurt her. And when that happens, he’ll end up dead and ruin that poor girl even more. She is dead one way or the other. These bonds are not replaced like this. Only a connection that is strong enough between two wolves can replace the mate bond."

Guess that was that. ​That night, I tossed and turned in my bed before closing my eyes one more time, praying I would just fall asleep already, but I couldn’t get Dexter out of my head. He really was a vampire? No wonder he wasn’t caught before and knew all about the Vervain. He was only using me to get back at Draven. ​“Why are you still up?” I heard a familiar voice before I felt the bed sunk and I turned to face Draven, who was now lying down to me, his blue eyes flickering even in the darkness, making my heart skip a beat.

Dexter asked since it was his first time buying a car that was not directly from the showroom. “Over there but let me get the car documents,” Doreen said and was about to leave when he asked her, “So, where do you live since you moved out of your apartment?” Doreen saw nothing wrong with telling him. “I live with my brother.” “And you won’t consider working for me again?” Dexter asked once more since they were now ‘friends.’ “Dexter…” Her hesitance was enough to tell him that she wouldn't. He wasn’t offended or anything. To him, it meant that she hadn’t gotten over him, which was a good thing.

This made Jayce and his friends collapse into fits of laughter. "She's a firecracker," one of them commented. "I can see why you two hit it off." After Jayce had stopped laughing, he straightened up and shook his head. "Do I look like a vigilante to you?" "You could be," Lexi suggested. "Like the Dexter of bullies." "Dexter... as in... that serial killer from the show?" Jayce's mate asked. "Hmm, yes the one who only killed other serial killers." Lexi nodded and turned to Jayce. "You could be a bully who bullies other bullies."

DEXTER'S POV "Yes Dexter. I have seen the morning papers," Xavier answered. His voice was filled with excitement, and I could tell that he was proud of whatever he had done. "So, were you impressed?" "With what?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. What the hell did he do? I had a bad feeling about this. "So you saw what happened to Daisy then?" Xavier asked me, still sounding excited. "I read she suffered a miscarriage, but what does it have to do with — wait, don't tell me that you are the one behind this?" My face went pale as I made the connection. The newspaper that Kendra had given me did not mention how Daisy lost the baby.

Taesha turns to leave the room, "her legs felt like limp noodles. Then, under her breath, she mutters. 'Good God! What a sexy man.' Meanwhile, Dexter lets out a deep breath with tears. He'd never felt as much for any girl as he did for Taesha. And it had been so immediate. He couldn't deny that, as much as he'd tried, that powerful attraction was responsible, not a snowstorm or his newfound ability to have sight, had him spending this time with a stranger. He didn't do things like this, ever! He's likelier to take risks with his life of very little value. And with women, most would describe him as the kind to do a hit-and-run when he encounters females. Lee Dexter didn't commit to or do long

Don't you remember what Grandpa said in the video? Dexter's face paled as he stared at the arrogant Sean before his eyes. Aside from Dexter, only Spencer, Shane, and Matthew knew about the video in Matthew's study room. Dexter wasn't a genuine Kingston. His father was Matthew's bodyguard. The bodyguard died while protecting Matthew, and his wife was framed, resulting in her death. Only Dexter, who wasn't even a month old then, remained.

Right then, Dexter's expression was particularly serious when he said, "No. I looked into his movements over the past two days. "Other than going between the store and home, the only time he went anywhere else was to a supermarket near the store to buy two ice creams. After work, he went straight home to play games as usual. There was nothing suspicious about his behavior." Angela frowned deeply. "Have you found the friend who tempted him to go drinking?" "His name is Dylan Burch. He's being brought here right now. He probably figured out that you and I would come looking for him, so he tried to run in advance," Dexter said.

He smiled, wheeling close to me. “What could I be planning?” he asked, taking the fried bacon. “A lot of evil things. Knowing you, you won’t let it go easily,” I said, and he gave me a long look. Dexter seems to me the type that would take revenge if anyone messes up with someone he cares about. They didn’t only mess with me, but him and he is calm about it? I know he is planning a lot of evil in his head.

Their complicated relationship, built on a foundation of manipulation and power dynamics, seems to fuel their connection, creating an unusual bond between them. Dexter rushes into the shower after stripping off his clothes, rubbing his body aggressively, pouring the body wash onto his skin in an attempt to rid himself of the scent he acquired from Rose. After spending nearly five minutes in the shower, he wraps a towel around his waist and steps out of the bathroom, only to be stunned by a familiar figure smiling in his direction. "A-Alexa..." he stutters, his voice filled with surprise and nervousness.