Outer Banks Rafe Novels & Stories

I nodded, stepping inside. We drove to the nearest upscale café, but Rafael handed me his card instead of getting out. "I have a call I need to make. Maybe you can grab whatever you want and meet me back in the car," he said, his expression dark and cold. His annoyingly high-esteemed demeanor stared back at me. For a second, I wondered if I was capable of being the alpha's wife, if I was capable of being in his bed. The thought made me blush. "I wish I could figure out what you're thinking sometimes, because I know I'm in those thoughts," he whispered, breaking me from my reverie.

“He’s been too quiet. So have Alpha Egbert and Natasha as a matter of fact. That doesn’t sit right with me.” Rafe leaned back in his chair, a deep scowl settling on his face. His instincts told him the same thing—this wasn’t over. “It’s the calm before the storm,” he muttered. Alex crossed his arms. “Then we need to be ready when it hits.” Rafe’s gaze flicked to the window, watching the sunlight glistening on the ocean. His mind was a battlefield of thoughts—Delia, Natasha, Nate, the silver-haired man, and now the looming presence of rogue wolves at their borders.

Malik gave a single, curt nod, his eyes flicking to Lachlan before returning to the blueprints. "The joker is Rafe," Dan continued. "A Nahual from the favelas of Rio. Favored hitman for the Dos Santos shifter cartel, right up until he stole their entire digital ledger and leaked it to the federales just for the chaos of it. He’s been running from a kill order ever since." Rafe offered a two-finger salute, though his eyes were locked on Lachlan’s claws, which were subconsciously extending.

* I straighten up. Rafe is looking at me. Not with triumph, not with calculation. Just — looking. The same way he looks at the tree line at night, like he is taking inventory of something he intends to protect. The morning air is cold and the mate bond is warm in my chest and Landon is already demonstrating the fall to River the wolf and I am standing three feet from Rafe Blackthorn in my own backyard at seven forty-five in the morning and I am not moving away. *Go inside,* I tell myself.

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

he said, “we keep.” Bootsteps approached, brisk. Rafe skidded around the corner with the grin he wore when chaos obeyed him. “Showtime. The cousin’s parade is already tripping over its shoelaces. Also, the dog is following me and if he becomes my dog I’m naming him Bacon.” “Approved,” the Don said. Rafe’s gaze flitted between them, softened by something like pride. “Look at you two. Terrifying. Beautiful. In focus.” He tapped his earpiece. “All right, saints and sinners. Places. We turn the city.”

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.