Dexter Morgan Novels & Stories

Morgan murmured. “You almost did,” Daxen said, finally looking at him. “And don’t bother denying it. Chance’s report said your pulse was erratic and your blood pressure dropped after the extraction spell.” Morgan groaned. “Chance needs to mind his own business.” “He is your healer.” Daxen’s eyes narrowed. “I, however, am something else entirely.” Morgan’s breath faltered. The sentinel effect tugged at him, warm and sharp. Not overwhelming he had far better control now but present. Always present.

I should have seen it coming, but I was too busy wrangling my father, wayward little humans, strange new hybrids, and lovesick vampires. “Hey,” Dexter says and comes crawling over to where I’m sitting. He sneaks in and out of the camp as easily as if he’s a raindrop. It’s my Gamma’s talent, and why I had him stationed at the Three Towers all those years. He won’t be able to sneak up to Bryce, but Dexter can sneak past an entire army of lesser wolves as long as he doesn’t talk or try to engage them. “How’s it looking out there?” I ask.

"Oh, what's with the fancy outfit today? Are you going to see your old sugar daddy? Have him give you more money so you can fix that crappy car of yours!" I walked straight past the security booth without turning my head or slowing down. Feeling ignored, Dexter cursed angrily and stormed out of the booth after me. "Stop right there! I'm talking to you!" After taking two steps, he stopped for no clear reason. The sight of my tall figure dressed in black suddenly made him uneasy. …

The idea of Ceres being with him—being with anyone but me—made my blood run hot. The world around me dimmed, my vision narrowing to her. She was Mine. I narrowed my eyes as I took in Dexter, assessing him with barely concealed disdain. So this was who Ceres was with. Dexter… an actor under my company, Prestige Entertainment. I had acquired the company years ago, and despite every opportunity handed to him, Dexter had failed to make a name for himself. He was reckless, impulsive—a troublemaker who had faded into near obscurity. No matter how much he was pushed, he couldn’t rise.

"What are you doing inside my cottage, Dexter? And why are they here?" "I wanted to scent you the second you got off duty," Dexter purred, leaning in to press his mouth against her cheek. "I missed my female." Maris pulled back, her skin crawling. Dexter was handsome, built, and a total pack leech. When they first met at the Silverpine Pack Market, he had claimed to be a contract hunter for Ashcombe Holdings. But as soon as summer hit, he abandoned his duties to run wild. Just last month, he had lured a pack of young cubs into the woods for an illegal hunt, drinking fermented berry-wine until the Enforcers showed up.