Outer Banks Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

Nodding Alpha Jackson steps away to speak with a couple others before they leave. Turning back to me, Alpha Boyd asks, “Do you think you trust this Drake Chisholm? I haven’t heard of him in my travels, but I will reach out to my own network and see what I can find out. I don’t like this interest in partnering with rogues.”. Agreeing with him, he turns to look at Rafe and Boyd adds, “Now if you will excuse me Rafe and I have some business to discuss before this evening’s dinner. I look forward to seeing you tonight, Kate,” he smiles as he and Rafe move off out the door.

He sunk down into the leather couch, stared blindly at the flat screen TV, his mind wandering unconsciously to the worst hour of his life. Rafe had left the office right after Talia and Carrie had, and drove straight to the estate. He brought his Ferrari to a screeching halt in the reception driveway and quickly jumped out of the car. Anticipating his mother running interference, he took the path at the side of the house to the pool house. He had only a few minutes to catch his brother unawares. Renaldo had a habit of paying the servants to alert him of Rafe’s arrival in the aftermath of one of his messes. But he wouldn’t be so lucky to make his escape now. Rafe caught him by the pool, a tow

“Sir, we’ve confirmed—he’s an Omega.” Rafe’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. “I like him,” he said quietly, almost to himself. His expression hardened, icy and unreadable. “But… sir, he’s undercover,” the man reminded him cautiously. Rafe’s smile didn’t waver. His eyes never left Jay. “Then I’ll handle him myself,” he said, his voice low, lethal. He turned and walked toward his sleek black car parked outside. Meanwhile, the photo shoot carried on. Jay posed effortlessly as photographers clicked furiously, stylists whispered over each other, and assistants blushed at his striking features.

“BAM! BAM! BAM! Rafe’s eyes snapped open. A sharply dressed man in an elegant suit stood outside, irritation written across his face. “Hey! Move your car from here,” he said the moment their eyes met. Rafe blinked away the fog of sleep. Only then did he notice the building behind the man; a studio with musical instruments decorating the entrance. He nodded apologetically and reached for the ignition… then paused. Money lay scattered on the floor of the car. “Perfect,” he muttered under his breath, quickly gathering it before driving off. Derek stirred awake as Rafe parked at a supermarket. Rafe stepped out and returned minutes later with snacks, drinks, antiseptic spray, and fresh bandages.

The room feels brighter just with her presence, and all my apprehension evaporates in her warm energy. “This is Christobel, a Gamma within Io. And the woman who raised me,” Rafe muses, his forced smile softening into a genuine one as he gazes lovingly at the older woman. She raised him, but he didn’t call her mother. I wonder what the story is there. Come to think of it, I know very little about Rafe outside of his feelings for me, his love of Io, and his hatred of River Crest. Granted, we never spoke about our families or backgrounds when we were together. I just thought he avoided the topic because it was obvious that I had no interest in talking about my broken home and black sheep status

If I have another, I'll never hear the end of it from Roxie. As I wait for the drinks, someone else comes up to the bar. When I look up, I find it's Luca's next youngest brother, Raphael - or Rafe, as his family usually calls him. Rafe is pretty darn different from his older brothers. While Dante and Luca are opposites in terms of temperament, they're both polished when it comes to their public personas. Rafe, on the other hand, is the black sheep of the family. With his shaved head and tattoos, he looks more like he belongs in a motorcycle gang than in Hollywood's royal family. And he's definitely forging his own career path - though he's done some acting like everyone else in his family, h

I told him. He lifted a brow, the closest he ever came to confrontation. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” That earned half a smirk from me. Then I brushed past him without saying another word. The hallway outside was quieter, and the air felt lighter.But I wasn’t done. Not even close. Before stepping out the front door, I pulled my phone from my pocket and typed a short message. Nothing fancy. Rafe didn’t need full paragraphs; he needed a target. He was somewhat of a private investigator for the cartel and I told him to continue digging but to do it discreetly, that someone tried to set Savannah up.

They quickly moved to leave and get four more settings for Uncle Jaspar, Aunt Blythe, and their girls. “This is not going to go well,” I muttered, and Rafe glanced at me with raised eyebrows. “It’s not too late for you to run,” I told him. He grinned at me, and I melted a little. “I had no idea your grandfather is the great Omar Graycort,” he said. “You know our grandfather?” Ray asked, surprised. Rafe tilted his head. “More like I know of him. My firm handles his company.” “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of our dad,” I said.

Chapter: 4. ****** "Alpha, I think it's time you reconsider your stance regarding Omegas. The pack members are starting to whisper," Rafe said, leaning against a tree. He was dressed in his usual suit, but without his tie, and his white shirt had its first three buttons open. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he watched his Alpha carefully, waiting for any reaction on his face, but the man remained completely poker-faced.

Rafe nervously stepped up to the door of Mr Jones Vones' house. His parents had told him the tales of Mr Jones Vones. The man's wealth and power, but he had not expected the heavy door before him to be guarded by a man with a gun. Rafe remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had been so scared and confused as he and his family stumbled into the city of Cayton. He was just fifteen years of age. Previously, his friends had told him. He had been warned of the dangers of the city, but the sight of the guards of Mr Jones' grandfather, Mr Cayton, had been the most frightening of all. He had been so hungry and exhausted, but he had never expected to be arrested.