Outer Banks Rafe Novels & Stories

“BAM! BAM! BAM! Rafe’s eyes snapped open. A sharply dressed man in an elegant suit stood outside, irritation written across his face. “Hey! Move your car from here,” he said the moment their eyes met. Rafe blinked away the fog of sleep. Only then did he notice the building behind the man; a studio with musical instruments decorating the entrance. He nodded apologetically and reached for the ignition… then paused. Money lay scattered on the floor of the car. “Perfect,” he muttered under his breath, quickly gathering it before driving off. Derek stirred awake as Rafe parked at a supermarket. Rafe stepped out and returned minutes later with snacks, drinks, antiseptic spray, and fresh bandages.

I love you, Maggie,' 'I love you too Jake please come home!' I end the connection I hate the fear in her voice. Rafe comes out of the undergrowth behind the doctor snorting to get his attention. He laid down my head at the doctor's feet in submission hoping he would get the message. He did. "You must be Beta Jake," He says. Rafe nods his head. "Your Alpha is in it deep, isn't he? We need to do something." Rafe whines his agreement.

Nodding Alpha Jackson steps away to speak with a couple others before they leave. Turning back to me, Alpha Boyd asks, “Do you think you trust this Drake Chisholm? I haven’t heard of him in my travels, but I will reach out to my own network and see what I can find out. I don’t like this interest in partnering with rogues.”. Agreeing with him, he turns to look at Rafe and Boyd adds, “Now if you will excuse me Rafe and I have some business to discuss before this evening’s dinner. I look forward to seeing you tonight, Kate,” he smiles as he and Rafe move off out the door.

Because Rafe is usually so easy with guests and small talk – it’s practically his job, as crown prince – and today he’s just being…weird. Ella and Hank chat amiably over cups of tea about the goings-on of the war, Ella’s worries about her missing daughters, and Hanks continued investigations into the Community in the North. Mark doesn’t listen to it much – honestly, it’s either stuff he’s heard before or nothing that he’s interested in. Instead he just…watches Rafe. Rafe, who sits with his shoulders hunched and his jaw clenched, staring determinedly at his cold cup of tea on the coffee table.

Something that isn’t a sound exactly but registers in the chest, a settling, a recognition. Submission. Four wolves outside remembering who they belong to. Rafe moves. I nearly say his name, nearly step forward, and then I see what he’s doing. He crosses the foyer, past Vera, past Dante, and he stops in front of Vera and he turns to face Dante and he tilts his chin down. Not deep. Just once. Deliberate. My Alpha. Vera looks at him. “Rafe.” “He’s back,” Rafe says simply. “That’s all I ever wanted to know.”

“How long have you known Kieran?” “All my life,” Rafe said without hesitation. “We were raised together. My father was Beta before me, his father was Alpha before him. We were practically joined at the hip as kids.” She leaned forward a little. “What was he like growing up?” Rafe chuckled, resting his ankle over his knee. “Carefree. Wild. He laughed all the time, fooled around way more than he should’ve. You wouldn’t believe it now, but he could be downright reckless.”

Rafe stood at the edge of the palm line like a god carved from bronze and shadow — white linen shirt open, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the dark tattoos that disappeared beneath his waistband. His gray eyes burned with a mixture of fury and raw hunger as they raked over her barely-covered body. “I was just sunbathing,” she said, quickly pulling her hand away, but the bratty tone remained. “Is that against your precious rules too?” Rafe stalked toward her across the sand, each step deliberate. The bulge in his shorts was already obvious. “You’re out here alone. Touching what belongs to me. And from the way you were moaning, I’d say you were hoping that supply boat might see exac

I went with him to the police station and the moment Rafe saw us together, he left where he was sitting and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “You don't look like you're scared, sweetheart.” “And why should I be scared? I did nothing.” I tried shaking off his hand but he held on tightly. “That’s why you'll always be my woman. Tough and brave. Here, come sit beside me.” He pulled me to the sofa, ignoring Desmond who was saying hi to him. “So where is Austine and the jerk you said you would bring?” Rafe chuckled softly, stole a glance at the chief and he quickly stepped out. After some minutes, the chief returned with two officers behind him, each of them holding one person.

He sunk down into the leather couch, stared blindly at the flat screen TV, his mind wandering unconsciously to the worst hour of his life. Rafe had left the office right after Talia and Carrie had, and drove straight to the estate. He brought his Ferrari to a screeching halt in the reception driveway and quickly jumped out of the car. Anticipating his mother running interference, he took the path at the side of the house to the pool house. He had only a few minutes to catch his brother unawares. Renaldo had a habit of paying the servants to alert him of Rafe’s arrival in the aftermath of one of his messes. But he wouldn’t be so lucky to make his escape now. Rafe caught him by the pool, a tow

But my smile immediately vanished, because trailing behind him like a shadow was Rafe. Fuck! Rafe was wearing a dark green jacket, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his hands stuffed into his pockets like he had better things to do. He looked bored, and his eyes roamed lazily over the crowd like he was trying to determine who was going to be the biggest threat to Adrian. Even though I had contingency plans, seeing him there was still intimidating. I quickly ducked behind Valentina so he wouldn’t notice me, because I didn’t know how he would react if he saw me there.