Outer Banks Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

“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.

Would he have killed her or just raped her? I watch over her from out in the rain. I also keep an eye on the broken door that swinging in the wind. I hear the car before I see it. Rafe has a long-standing love for old American muscle cars and I can understand why. A minute later a big, noisy machine pulls into the parking lot and Rafe jumps out and runs over to me. ‘Go inside and secure the door behind the bar. If anyone has gone inside then they can stay there to be dealt with by the vamps. If they run out this way then I will stop them.’ He looks past me into the back seat of my car. ‘Shit. I hope she is ok Alpha. Doc just needs a moment. I don’t think he has ever ridden with me before.’ H

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.

she said. Rafe swallowed. Collin didn’t look away from Rafe. His voice was soft. “You’ve got one shot to make this worth me letting you keep your throat,” he said. “Use it.” Rafe’s throat bobbed. He tore his eyes off Baylee and tried to square his shoulders back to Collin. “I come under council flag,” he said, voice dropping into something he clearly thought sounded official. “From Alpha Gunner of Ironclaw.” Jimmy actually laughed.

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.

“Mary –“ Rafe nearly shouts but then he catches himself, standing up straight, realizing that Jackson… Jackson doesn’t know what’s going on beyond the fact that Rafe was acting strange. Or at least he didn’t know. Rafe groans as he realizes his mistake. “Maryam?” Jackson asks, looking at Rafe with wide eyes. “This is about Maryam? That…that human girl? Dr. Hank’s daughter!?” Rafe clenches his teeth, his mind whirling for some sort of excuse, but god – his mind is just too fuzzy – he should have gone easier on the drinks –

My breath left me slowly. "Rafael Belmont, Alpha of the North Crescent Pack, has stepped back into the public eye after five years of complete silence. Upon his return six months ago, he founded the Belmont Companies, growing its stock by three hundred and sixty percent. He is set to take the position of Alpha Chairman this month and will launch a new company this week." The anchor's voice faded into background noise. I hadn't thought about Rafael Belmont in years. I'd tried very hard not to. And yet here he was, filling the screen like he'd never left, like five years was nothing, like I hadn't spent the better part of my teenage years completely undone by the thought of him.

We all stare at him. He lets out a deep breath. “I probably shouldn’t say anything since he doesn’t know about it himself yet, but Rafe is going to be heading to San Francisco, Damien explains. “What? No…” I shake my head. “No! Come on, we just got this thing working!”

I have no idea if he’s watching in real time or how long that thing has been there. But I know he’s capable of anything. His pathetic nature won’t relent until he owns what he wants. And he thinks he owns Meeka. I can't shake the feeling that he's not just tracking Meeka's location but monitoring everything happening on her phone as well. The gate sensor beeps faintly below, bringing my focus back as headlights sweep across the marble driveway. Finally. Rafe’s matte-black Range Rover glides in smoothly and quietly. The engine cuts off moments later, and he steps out wearing his usual leather jacket, moving with that relaxed yet controlled stride that makes others underestimate him. He carrie