Outer Banks Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

Jackson murmurs, finishing his sandwich in one more big bite. Rafe’s mouth falls open and then he snaps his head to the side, his eyes flashing around the room to see…god, to see everyone looking at him a bit askance. His mom quickly draws her gaze away, looking up at the ceiling, pretending she wasn’t just staring worriedly at him. She smacks Dominic on the arm and he, too, stops staring at his son a moment later. “Oh my god,” Rafe breathes, returning his attention to the big Alpha next to him. “Does…does everyone think I’m being weird!?”

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

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

But Callum had a lead. In the shadowed basement of an abandoned textile mill, we met a man named Rafi. He was rail-thin and jittery, his skin gray from too many years underground. “You shouldn’t be looking for Sable,” he muttered. “We don’t have a choice,” Callum said. Rafi’s eyes darted between us. “You don’t find Sable. Sable finds you.” “And how did you survive meeting him?” I asked. Rafi chuckled, a broken sound. “Who said I did?”

Rafe opened a folder. And Tim Black, the most feared man in Red City, sat down and began to dismantle Marcus Webb’s world one piece at a time.

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.

“He’s not leaving my sight.” I look at Daxton on the floor. A grey cat has climbed onto his back. He is thrilled. “Dax,” I say. He looks up. “I love you,” I say. He reads my face. Does the thing where he’s seven and seventy simultaneously. “I know,” he says. “Come back, okay?” “Always,” I say. I walk out the door. Rafe’s test takes eleven minutes. Dante tells him the evidence drop is happening at the old water tower on the north edge of town at seven tonight instead of the actual plan. Casual. Confident. Like he’s trusting Rafe with the most important detail.

He tries to maintain his composure, but I can feel the tension radiating off him. Rafe extends a handshake to Damon, who reluctantly lets go of me to accept it. "Good to see you again, Beta Damon," Rafe says, his voice steady. He had always been one to remind Damon that he was a Beta despite his marriage to me. "Likewise," Damon replies, his smile tight. I know without a doubt he despises Rafe the most out of the other Alpha's. Rafe then turns to me, his expression still emotionless. "Our Luna," he says, offering his hand. "It's a pleasure."

“Let him. I’ve been hunted before, and I’m still standing. But you? You’re not gonna be standing much longer if you don’t spit it out.” Gray finally stepped forward, his calmness cutting sharper than any of their rage. “You’re afraid, Rafe. That’s clear. Afraid enough to sell scraps of truth to keep yourself breathing. But here’s the thing—fear makes men sloppy. Sooner or later, you’ll give us something real. I just wonder if it’ll be before Cruz decides your blood stains this floor.” Rafe’s eyes flicked between them, pupils blown wide. His voice cracked when he whispered, “He’s everywhere. Banks, ports, law enforcement. Even here. Your walls aren’t clean. Your brothers—” He cut himself off,