Novel & Cerita Didi Dexter Laboratory

“That's exactly what I want to ask, Alpha. Are you okay with spending your precious time like this?” Dexter leaned forward slightly, his smile reappearing, cold and piercing. “That's why I'm doing it. Because I'm serious. And you know, only important things can steal my time.” The tension in the air thickened, like two predators measuring the distance before pouncing. After an exchange of words that resembled a sword duel more than a conversation, a convoy of black vehicles lined up outside the mansion and headed for the laboratory that Dexter had prepared. Gilbert, after a moment's consideration, finally complied without comment.

Professor Dexter Kane, visiting lecturer in “Wilderness Ecology and Mythology.” He practiced the smile in the mirror warm, disarming, the kind that made people lean in closer. “Perfect.” Dawn was breaking when he crossed into the human city of Eldridge he chose a simple car that wouldn't make him stand out. two hours north of any pack territory. The campus of Eldridge University buzzed with early-semester energy: students clutching coffee cups, backpacks slung over shoulders, laughter ringing across the quad. Dexter strolled through it like he belonged, nodding politely at security, flashing the forged faculty ID. One of his customers forged for him on such short notice that he made the ID,

She playfully pecks his cheeks, reveling in his endearing jealousy. "I'm seriously regretting it," he clicks his tongue, mumbling. "Yeah, Dexter is cool, but let's face it, I'm cooler. Did you know that in 2003, I spearheaded a team of scientists that played a pivotal role in advancing supernatural medicine? Technically, Dexter, Phoenix, I, and a few others initiated the project, but it was my team that did all the heavy lifting." Intrigued, Astrid inquires, "Really? Tell me more?"

"You should still take the yacht out. Your assistant is already on board, and everything is prepared." My assistant. A human girl named Sarah, my research partner from college. She knew nothing of the werewolf world, believing I worked for a high-powered biotech firm. "Sarah is already on board?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral. "Yes, she arrived an hour ago," Dexter said distractedly, his full attention already back on Jenica. "Then I'll go find her." "Okay," he said with a dismissive wave. "Have fun, Noelle." Have fun.

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

DAISY'S POV Dexter crossed his arms at his chest with satisfaction gleaming in his cold eyes as he watched the terror on my face. "Leave us," he told the others. "But Dexy," Kendra pouted. "I don't want to leave you with this crazy woman." "I'll be fine, Kendra. Just go," Dexter hissed. "Dustin, take care of her until I'm done here and give our guest something to drink." "Yes Alpha," Dustin nodded as he left us alone inside the Luna's quarters.

"Your father wasn’t just a researcher, Nora. He was a threat to the bottom line." Dex stands by the metal stool, the blue light from the laptop screen making his face look like a marble mask. He looks calm. Too calm. I stay by the door of the sub-basement lab, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air down here is cold and smells like old paper and copper. It feels like a tomb. "The flash drive," I say, my voice steady despite the way my knees want to buckle. "Give it to me, Dex. You’ve had your fun. You broke my life once. Isn't that enough?"

“The perpetrator of these acts is within these grounds. We cannot afford to lose them.” “Yes, sir.” The young guard left the place while Dexter examined the dead body with furrowed eyes. “This cannot be a vampire,” he stated with a blank look on his face as he examined the remains of the body. “Tell me something I don’t know,” I snapped, brimming with anger. “Is there something you want to say?” Dexter asked, picking on my tone. I stepped in his face, a dark look in my eyes. “I assure you, this is not the time and place to cross me,” I said in a warning tone. “It seems like you are too busy to carry out actual work around here.”

“I’m here because your team couldn’t solve this, and Johnston University was asked to help.” The other researchers looked between them, tension thick in the air. After a pause, Shawn huffed lightly. “Fine. We’ll run the tests your way.” Dexie smiled faintly, not out of smugness, but certainty. “Good. I’ll assist your team. You’ll have your answer within forty-eight hours.” As Shawn reluctantly nodded, Dexie’s gaze drifted briefly to the glass window beyond the lab. The Huxley Dawson Corporation’s logo gleamed faintly in the distance.

Dexter comes up behind me and asks, “When did this happen?” “In the morning,” I answer vaguely as I slide into the driver’s seat. He stands by and watches me. He doesn’t say anything. I press the key into the ignition and the car starts with a loud sound. However, as I’m about to close my door, I look at Dexter and it occurs to me that he does have the means to find Ander. He used to work for the authorities. He’s dangerous. He has men on his side. It would be extra help.