Jj Rafe And Topper Novels & Stories

I love you, Maggie,' 'I love you too Jake please come home!' I end the connection I hate the fear in her voice. Rafe comes out of the undergrowth behind the doctor snorting to get his attention. He laid down my head at the doctor's feet in submission hoping he would get the message. He did. "You must be Beta Jake," He says. Rafe nods his head. "Your Alpha is in it deep, isn't he? We need to do something." Rafe whines his agreement.

And Rafe really does. They make breakfast together. It’s clumsy and imperfect and very them. Nick burns the toast. Rafe forgets the eggs on the stove because he gets distracted watching Nick lean against the counter, sleeves rolled up, sunlight catching the veins in his forearms. “You’re staring,” Nick says without looking. “You’re domestic,” Rafe replies. “It’s unsettling.” Nick smirks. “I survived a war. I can survive scrambled eggs.” They eat at the small wooden table by the window. No phones. No guards. Just coffee, quiet conversation, and the occasional brush of knees beneath the table.

Hellborn Kings jackets glinted in the beams. But these weren’t my brothers. These were the ones who’d turned. Blade spat on the ground. “Traitors.” My grip tightened on the throttle, rage boiling hotter than blood. “No. Dead men.” The laugh slithered through the clearing, circling, feeding on the silence that followed. And then—out of the shadows behind the line of bikes—he stepped forward. Rafe. Grinning. Calm. Hands spread wide like a king welcoming home his heir.

The pursuit had been worthwhile. "Well, that was quite enjoyable!" Rafe exclaimed, stepping into Tricc's field of vision. His vibrant blue eyes sparkled like the myriad stars adorning the night sky. Rafe was a strikingly handsome man, and Tricc couldn't help but wonder, on more than one occasion, what it would be like to bed his own Beta. Such thoughts, however, crossed a boundary that shouldn't be breached. Nevertheless, there was no harm in indulging in wishful thinking, right?

Orlando twists around. Just outside his window stands a big, muscled guy with a closely shaved head and a dark line of stubble along his jaw. At first glance, he's terrifying - but then I get a better look at his face. It's the only one of Orlando's brothers I haven't met yet - Raphael, or Rafe, as he's more commonly known. "Everything okay in there?" Rafe says through the window. His voice is so deep it's almost startling.

The promise is completely dead with the owner of the promise. Rafe arrived in front of Cooper's study. He kicked the door so hard it swung open to reveal Cooper sitting on his throne with five heavily armed men pointing guns at him. Rafe gave the men a quick glance, then he stepped inside without the slightest fear of the bluff Cooper was making to frighten him. “You suddenly came to my house and broke the door of my study. What happened to you, Rafe?” "No need to pretend to be an idiot. I know you did the attack. You sent your men to kill me in Las Vegas."

Adam, who was on Michael’s side, asked Julian. “Oh, don’t say that in front of him,” Julian said. “Don’t you think so?” Adam asked Carter this time. Carter shrugged. “Rafe’s always like that. Isn’t that right, Savi?” Everyone looked at me. “Well. It depends on how you see him.” I looked back on the stage, watching Rafe make his first speech as chairman. I sighed dreamily. “I just know that he’s perfect…”

"They're really not so bad, you know. I think you'd even like them." I snorted. "New Trenadie's version of mafia and you say they're not so bad?" She shrugged. "They aren't as bad as the NYC Italians, if the stories I've heard are true." We made it to the living room. Rafe was slumped forward on the couch, his head resting in his hands. He was muttering to himself. I hoped he was kicking his own ass mentally. Man should be shot for letting Willow suffer like that. And over some fucking pain. Weak sister.

Jasper complains, kicking at the grass. “We’re not being a sore loser, are we, bud?” Rafe asks as he stands and spins Jade upside down, one arm holding her by her waist, her long hair almost brushing the ground. Her laughter echoes off the surrounding trees. “No, daddy,” Jasper squeals as Rafe scoops down and picks him up in the other arm, and he climbs him like a monkey. With one child hanging upside down and the other holding tight to his neck, Rafe wears an enormous smile, laughing along with the kids.

He said, “Whatever it is, you know I’m only loyal to you. I’m your man, Jamie. Ever since that day you rescued me from those bloody rogues.” Jamie knew he could hold Raffa to that. The first time Jamie met Rafa was through an unfortunate event where he had to rescue him from a bunch of rogue wolves that were trying to kill him. He didn’t know who Rafa was by then, but he rescued him anyway, knowing that he was falling prey to the rogue wolves. Ever since then Rafa had been a loyal friend to Jamie. After digging deeper, they realized that Rafa was indeed from their own pack, but due to the death of his parents, he had been on the streets. Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jam