Dexter X Doakes Novels & Stories

There was a plan to do so, but causing the old man more pain would bring him no result. In his private quarters, Dexter stripped off the black shirt and stood before the tall mirror. Admiring himself, his strong muscles and tight abs, the glamorous glow of his skin, he ran his fingers through his hair, he would leave everything to his beta he would handle Crestmoon while he stayed away. He slipped on a crisp white button-down, a navy blazer with elbow patches, and the ridiculous wire glasses. A leather satchel completed the look. Professor Dexter Kane, visiting lecturer in “Wilderness Ecology and Mythology.”

“It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it. For fuck’s sake he does but what of his mate. Apart from the pain of losing a mate, she will also feel his pains while Dexter kills him. Don’t you think that will be too much for her to handle.” Maxwell nodded. “We’ll just sedate her. She won’t feel any pain that way. And besides I’m sure Reid will block her from feeling his pains and if he doesn’t, we sedate her. He really needs to die by Dexter’s hands.” Dexter is a wolf but also half vampire who have lived for thousands of years in a cave just outside the intelligence pack. He is known to kill his prey without mercy and everyone trembled at the mention of his name. Even alphas.

breathing out our names gave us goosebumps. I know nothing about the man and so is Aiden. Because if he does, he could have opened up a conversation with him. Aiden, I know, is loquacious. But he was silent since the man appeared. It means to me that he knows nothing about him. Aiden and I exchanged glances, surprised by the man's knowledge. It seemed he knew who we were, even though we had never encountered him before. "My name is Dexter. The pack used to call me Dex." he continued and revealed that he belonged to a different pack.

Marcus breathes beside me. We creep closer to a broken window, peering inside. The interior is gutted, just exposed beams and rotting floorboards. In the center of the largest room, a man is tied to a chair. Mid-thirties, dark hair, bleeding from multiple cuts on his face and arms. And Dexter, standing in front of him with a silver blade, looking completely calm. "Let's try this again," Dexter says pleasantly. "You're going to tell me everything you know about James Thorne's operation. Where he's been staying, who's helping him, what his endgame looks like beyond the obvious revenge fantasy."

With his unchanging gentle demeanor, Finn emitted a calm and pleasant air that could put people at ease. Dexter, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He was wearing a black jacket, black cargo pants, and black hiking boots. As he was clad entirely in black, he appeared brooding and intimidating, especially when he wasn't speaking or smiling—he looked like he was ready to pick a fight at any moment. "What's the matter? Are you hoping I'll hurry up and divorce her so that you can take my place?" Dexter broke his silence after a pause, speaking with biting sarcasm.

That would have been foolish. "Felix," Timothy called out suddenly. "Is there anything else?" "Well… Dexter was the Jack of Hearts of the Thirteen Aces. As for the reward, I'm not one to claim unearned credit. I'll report everything to headquarters accurately." So Dexter was one of the Thirteen Aces? Felix could not help but smile. "In that case, I assume Xena knows about your operation here at Eastern Mountain, doesn't she?" Xena? Timothy was taken aback. He was confused about what Xena had anything to do with this.

Dexter also said that he was not interested in smoking. Judging by his skillful posture the smoke rings he blew, Barbara found out that she barely knew anything about this man. "Dexter do you have amnesia? You don't know who Kinsey is?" Exasperated, Barbara shouted and only realized how loud she was a moment later. He did it on purpose. He was the one behind Kinsey's demotion. "Despicable! You're such a despicable villain!" "Despicable?" The man's captivating eyes darkened in an instant. She actually called him despicable?

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.