Dexter Novels & Stories

“Mandy, you can’t be serious!” “Oh, she’s serious as a heart-attack!” a booming voice with deep dulcet tones echoed in the tavern. I spun around. Behind me stood a 6ft, terrifying giant. I recognized him immediately. Dexter. One of the most terrifying bikers I’d ever seen and the leader of the Devils. He had a long scar on his face. Clad in black throughout, his gun hung from his waist. He had an aura of darkness, meanness, death followed him wherever he went. I’d heard stories of the towns he had ravished.

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.

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.

"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. …

"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

Amelia looked between Damien and me, her lower lip quivering uncontrollably. Before either of us could say another word, the heavy double doors of the main hallway swung open, and Roman stepped into the doorway, his massive frame dominating the room, his dark eyes locking dead onto Damien with lethal precision.

In his large wolf form, Dexter roamed the damp, dark forest, following the winding river between the trees. His nose caught a faint sweet scent, always hope it belonged to Narsha. Each step left a large footprint in the wet ground, as if to warn anyone who dared to cross his territory.

Arthur said, his threat silent yet lingering in the air. Dexter waved his hands, seemingly unfazed and not ready to back down. His gaze remained fixed on me, sizing me up. “So you are that chick from the city with the son? I heard all about you the moment I stepped into the arena. You are fucking good, baby girl. Well, I’ll ignore the child for now. I need a quick bang and I can help elevate your reputation,” he pulled out a key card from his pocket, handing it over. “Come around,” he added.

It also hugs me in the right places, helping to hide my baby bump. Dexter is about six foot three maybe and has these green eyes and brown waves like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy. The guy smiles, and his teeth are perfect, and he has a dimple in one cheek. I swear if I had met him before I ever met Rowan, he would be my type. But Rowan has ruined me. No one holds a candle to him. I don’t crave anyone else like him. Plus, the damn pregnancy has me hornier than ever. I had to buy two toys when I got here. Had it delivered to my room, and I’ve used it twice since I landed.

The perks of being me. Dexter was an extremely handsome man with a perfect sloped jawline, straight sloped nose, and stubble just enough to make you want to rub your fingers on it. His chest was broad, and muscles earned naturally that it didn’t overbear you from the rest of his body. I knew he had strong, thick calves, and veins that stood out from his forearms, and triceps. He was everyone's type even I couldn’t deny the allure of Dexter Kent. When he stood in a room you couldn’t deny his existence. The more you tried the deeper ingrained he became in your life. He was subtle when he approached but determined. I remember the i