Outer Banks Rafe Novels & Stories

All of them are dangerous. “King Dartmouth always says you should make a splash if you’re going to be introducing yourself in his name,” the half wolf-shifter continues while I watch a vein I didn’t know Rafe had pulse in his forehead. My Rafe is angry. I see his hands forming into stone fists at his sides. “I’d say you’ve done that,” Rafe says evenly, indicating the bloodsoaked body.

I asked "10 minutes" "Sorry , should we go?" "Where do you think you're going?" I turned to see Ethan walking towards me "Who is he Maddie?" Rafe asked "Do we have a tutor, remember? I'm not getting cut from my team because of you" He said coldly as he put his hands into his pocket "Maddie?" Rafe asked "But.. We always do our tutor tomorrow and yesterday" I said looking at him and he raised his eyebrows "I can't tutor you tomorrow , I have to go to Toronto" He said

Like a collar. Rafe waited for me outside the main doors. He wore a black coat with silver buttons and dark pants. His hair was tied back. He looked taller than usual and more dangerous. When he saw me his eyes went dark, he did not say anything at first. He just looked me up and down slowly. "You look good," he said finally. His voice was low. "Thank you Alpha," I answered. My hands were shaking a little. He stepped closer. Not touching, just close enough that I could smell him. Woodsmoke and leather, the same scent that filled our room every night. It made my stomach flip.

“There’s too much to lose.” She looks away, jaw working, but doesn’t argue. That silence from her is as close to trust as I’ll ever get again. Rafe steps out then—limping, bleeding, but standing. His shirt is dark with blood at the ribs, but he still smiles, cocky and venomous. His gun dangles in his hand like an extension of himself. The crowd parts for him, men watching, unsure if they’re following a king or a ghost. “Cruz Maddox,” he drawls, voice frayed but sharp. “Always dragging everyone into your tragedies. Woman. Child. Old friend with a knife fetish. You really don’t know when to stop.”

"You're mine. Fucking mine. No one... No damn one touches what's mine. I'll have their head rolling to the floor and send you their dick to remind you of that. Don't fucking test me, little hornet." His words sent a chill down my spine, my eyes widening in terror-even as the pleasure still throbbed through me. Rafael is a man of his word. What he fucking says, stands. A nd the fact that he was responsible for killing Cole? Only made his threat feel terrifyingly real.

"What did you say?" Rafe's tone made me cringe. The weather was cold and oppressive. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I saw a bright light flashing in the man's eyes, almost like lightning. "Ah, so he's your husband?" "Brother, your wife caught my eye. Name your price, and I'll pay it." he said sassily. "And who might your father be, if I may ask?" asked Rafe still with that cold stare. "Why the sudden interest in my father? You know who I am. Fagri Soi, owner of OilHaven." he said pointing at Rafe's chest.

I glance to my left and I see Rafe, he’s standing by the far end of the room leaning against the wall like he doesn’t belong even though he owns it as much as anyone else here. He looks as handsome as the last time I saw him, he’s wearing a Dark suit, no tie with his sleeves rolled just enough to show his forearms which is covered in ink. He looks…still, too still. Like he’s already clocking exits, threats, everything that could go wrong tonight. His eyes lift as if sensing my eyes on him as his find mine instantly. He stares at me not in a way that feels like hunger, not like Matteo’s does when he’s already angry and looking for a reason. Rafe looks at me like he’s checking something, his g

"As you command, Alpha." Rafe turned his face back to the fire, his shoulders squared, his stance unwavering. His men were still fighting, and he would not abandon them. But even as he bellowed orders—"More water there," "Barrier the north wall spread"—he thought of the other place past the gates, in the woods where Seraya glided in moonlight. ________

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.

Jacob nodded slowly and quickly left through the open French door. Meanwhile Rafe moved to the right wing. He knew exactly where Cooper's office was. He'd been here before, with Brittany. That painful image had haunted his mind as he just got out of the car. He almost gave up on seeing Cooper because he remembered his promise to Brittany. But then he remembered Lexie cowering in the car with the sound of gunshots raining down on them. Rafe then threw away all his images of Brittany. Fuck that promise. Since Brittany died, there were no more promises he had to keep. The promise is completely dead with the owner of the promise.