Dash Baxter Romane & Geschichten

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

The look on his face was terrifying, so I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin. “Next time you come at me like that, remember I can take this to the council. You all signed an agreement that I will not be tortured, abused, or mistreated here. You hear me?” I said, forcing my voice against Baxter. Baxter was always the silent type, the one who could do damage without words. He was the most mysterious and the eeriest of them. People said that once you cross paths with Baxter, he knows everything about you. He clenched his jaw as he stared at my face, and for a moment his eyes lingered on my hair and dropped to my body before he forced himself to look away.

I confirmed his suspensions before the realisation that I was simply prolonging the inevitable hit me like a ton of bricks. “Then I believe it is a good thing that you and I stumbled across each other; I will help you once we arrive, to get back on your feet Princess, get you to a place where even that rich entitled asshole can’t touch you.” Baxter spoke after taking a moment to understand what I said, where I turn to face him with utter shock once again. “You will, but why?” Is all I could seem to ask as I watched his face change slightly as he looked out to the winding road which spanned in front of us.

"... I'm sure Baxter will fill in the blanks for you, commissioner. Meanwhile, if you want to be able to interview him, you'll need a medical team. I'm sure if you ask James nicely, he'll tell you my current location." There's a short, pregnant silence then, "Baxter is injured? How? Are his injuries life-threatening?" I let my gaze travel the shackled wreck on the chair. "No, I wouldn't say life-threatening, not unless shock kills him. We've already had a little chat and he's told me what I want to know. If you'd like his co-operation yourself, I imagine the offer of some powerful opioid would get his attention." "How bad is he, Klempner?"

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown

“This is my Delta, Baxter, and his mate, Sasha.” I extend my hand to both of them with a polite, “Nice to meet you.” Baxter is exactly what you’d expect of a Delta—tall and broad, with short, military-style salt-and-pepper hair and twinkling grey eyes that exude kindness. Sasha, however, is a different story. She’s almost as tall as her mate, with a face so striking and a figure so elegant that she could easily pass for a runway model. But there’s something about her, a quiet strength simmering just beneath the surface. I bet she’s deadly when unleashed. Next, King James gestures to a younger woman. “This is my daughter, Charlotte.”

She still remembers the moment she got to know that he bought the bakery and that he is her boss, she saw in this same appearance. The black suit looked good on him, it as like the colour was specially made for him. So handsome yet so dangerous. He was Maddox Dasher, after all. Nobody knows what runs in his powerful mind, she just knows that he is fierce. "Mrs Dasher, you are sitting on my seat..." he stood there, his gazes so deep that made her heartburn. Many flames were rising inside her. "You can sit there..." she gestured to the opposite seat...the one where the clients sit.

He was a bastard who deserved a beating. “Shh…... it is okay now darling. You don’t have to go anywhere. I am back. I have come back.” Ashton consoled patiently. He was not a patient person, but with Maya, he showed his most patient and gentle side.

I stated as he looked at me for a second. The door of the cabin opened as Abhinn looked at both of us, “what happened?” He asked. “Umm… Her father’s backbone has a fracture, she needs to leave early today,” He summarized my words in his own before presenting them to Abhinn. “Oh… umm, sure,” Abhinn said as she looked over at Dinesh.