Outer Banks Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

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.

“You need him… dramatic. Untouched. If you drag him here now, he’ll be fighting you every step of the way. It’ll be messy. The Seer might not like it.” Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “Go on.” “Take me instead, right now chain me, do whatever you want, I'm the leash Cain made for him, right? Use me, as a guarantee. Luca stays hidden, safe, until the full moon. “You get your perfect, cooperative Omega for your ritual, and you get me.” Rafe’s gaze was unwavering. “You’ve always wanted me Caleb, here's your chance.” My heart was slamming against my ribs. “Rafe, don’t you dare!” I shouted, scrambling forward.

And Colt, checking his weapon with the same controlled efficiency he had once brought to protecting Sloane from Voss's men on a dark switchback, said, without looking up: then we move carefully, and we move fast, because whatever Camille Duarte is facing right now, she's facing it because she chose to help us, and I am not prepared to let that choice cost her everything while we debate the wisdom of acting quickly enough to actually matter. The flight to Phoenix felt endless, Sloane's mind cycling through every possible scenario awaiting them, and Colt, beside her, maintained a controlled, focused calm that she recognized, with familiar unease, as Carter Mercer fully resurfacing, every soft

His face did not change. “Boss. We have a situation.” I stepped aside without a word. Rafe didn’t bother nodding at Harper, didn’t greet her like usual. He brushed past me, tension radiating off him like a second heartbeat. “Talk,” I ordered. We crossed to the living room. Harper trailed behind us, a ghost in her shirt and the blanket clutched around her. She stayed at the edge but didn’t hide. Rafe dropped a black burner phone on the coffee table. “Warehouse twelve. Last night, hit by a professional team. Not a random lift. They executed the night crew. Clean shots. No witnesses alive.”

It was then that Rafe turned his head to look at me, agony and despair were sketched across his face, and as he slowly began lowering him down to the floor he also lowered his head as he tried to reign in his rage. Taking a few deep breaths he finally lifted his gaze to mine again, the dark orbs had dissipated and the blue galaxies had returned in their place. Jeremy wasted no time in moving away from him as he began coughing and rubbing at his throat, "You're the fucking monster, you're kind came down to our planet it wasn't the other way around. The sooner you all just fuck off the better." Rafe didn't respond to Jeremy's outburst, instead, his gaze kept mine the whole time. Jeremy turned

He wanted to know who the woman was on the first floor earlier and he sensed there were other things he needed to know about too. Rafe was watching him silently from his seat at the dining table, sipping at a cup of coffee. "Who's the wildcat?" Caleb finally asked, letting the full weight of his gaze fall on Rafe as he spoke. He wanted to see his initial reaction to the question. Apart from a slight tightening of his lips, Rafe managed to keep his expression neutral. "The newest member of my pack." His reply was slightly guarded, as if he was deciding how much information to impart.

Rafe's dark eyes locked on, calm but piercing, like he could see right through the casual stance. "Morning," Rafe said, his voice low and even, carrying the weight of someone used to being heard. "Name's Rafe. Moved in next door last night. Your party's carrying a bit." He didn't raise his tone, but the words landed heavy, no room for bullshit.