Dash Baxter Novels & Stories

“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.

Suddenly, did something unnecessary like that. When the hotel staff opened the bathroom door. Daisy was lying in the hot warm in the bathtub, her face seemed relaxed. There were people interrupting her relaxing, Daisy was really surprised. She sat up in a hurry, quickly asked “what’s wrong?” Dash really wanted to eat Daisy, taught her a lesson but the hotel staff tried to avoid fighting “She is Ok. That is great. Don’t need to be angry.” After that the hotel staff left. Dash rushed into the bathroom like the wind. Daisy got out of the bathroom from inside. By inertia, Daisy fell into Dash's arms, both of them plopped down on the cold floor.

Alex went after Damien and Jasmine went inside the ward to confront Tobias. "Damien , Damien . Stop, common man, stop." Alex kept on calling out to Damien , but he didn't respond. He just kept on going. He didn't even take his car along with him, he just kept on walking. Alex was running now, trying to meet up with his speed, but he was way too fast.

It was my favorite show to remember. "Stop being modest.” She rolled her eyes. “You've got him wrapped tight around your fingers, Leslie. He is pussy whipped too. You must have got the pussy of a goddess." I gasped. "Kayla Elizabeth Baxter! How could you be so vulgar?” Sasha gasped behind us.

The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable. "Look, I need you to understand something," Baxter began, his voice low and serious. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Hero's gaze for a moment before meeting it again. "What I'm about to tell you... it happened long before Stephen was Alpha. Before I even knew his name, actually. I swear. It wasn't until I became Alpha that I started to uncover the things he'd done. It's been... a slow, horrifying process. I've been trying to fix the mess, quietly, behind the scenes, but..." He trailed off, a sigh escaping his lips. "It's like trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon. Most of the time, it's just... pointless.” Mascold's brow furrowed. "What

"... 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?"

Following the only route in this place that I know, I skip down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where I remembered seeing a back door. Instead, I see Grayson. What is doing in here still? He stands with his back to me, doing something at the sink. And the only thing he wears, are a pair of black dish washing gloves. One brief eye full of a very firm, smooth butt has me screaming and ducking for cover behind the bench. "Lexia?" I hear Grayson say into the air, as I press myself as close to the bench as physics allow. He can't see me. I can't see him...What the hell did I just see?