Rafe Book Novels & Stories

He had just met her the other day, how could he trust her so much? Ralph sat down and took out his laptop. Raven sat quietly beside him and drew a sketch of a lion as she waited for the guests to arrive. After she was done, she cheekily drew a laptop in front of her lion. The door opened and she quickly turned the pages of her notebook. Two men entered and locked the door behind them. Ralph got up to embrace them. They eyed her with disbelief and looked at Ralph as if questioning her presence. It was obvious that they knew each other very well.

The words didn’t sound brave. They sounded unhinged. I stepped back, my legs suddenly weak. War. Sacrifices. My brother possibly dead. The pack split from the inside. Nothing felt solid anymore. Rafe turned away from Tomas and faced the wall, hands braced against concrete. For a second Just one He looked small. Not alpha. Not feared. Just a man who trusted the wrong person. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Rafe,” I said softly. He didn’t turn around.

Every movement of the pack, every hard stare, every half-snarled comment — it replayed, over and over. I wanted to understand them. Their laws. Their punishments. Their loyalty. I had to understand, if I was ever going to survive here. A soft knock broke through the fog of my thoughts. I sat up quickly. “Come in?” The door opened, and Rafe stepped inside, a wall of presence and power even without saying a word. His dark eyes locked onto mine, scanning me from head to toe like he was measuring how much of me was left after training. He shut the door behind him with a quiet finality.

~~AURELIA~~ “Is that a… library?” I ask in surprise as we pass through a door left halfway open. From the narrow gap, I can see a long line of books—it looks never-ending. “It is, piccolo. You want to learn how to read?” “You… you know I can’t read?” I ask, caught between surprise and embarrassment. But Rafaele just chuckles as he pushes open another door one-handed, the other pressed tightly against my lower thighs.

The room feels brighter just with her presence, and all my apprehension evaporates in her warm energy. “This is Christobel, a Gamma within Io. And the woman who raised me,” Rafe muses, his forced smile softening into a genuine one as he gazes lovingly at the older woman. She raised him, but he didn’t call her mother. I wonder what the story is there. Come to think of it, I know very little about Rafe outside of his feelings for me, his love of Io, and his hatred of River Crest. Granted, we never spoke about our families or backgrounds when we were together. I just thought he avoided the topic because it was obvious that I had no interest in talking about my broken home and black sheep status

“You’re bluffing.” Rafe smiled. “No.” Then he whispered something else into her ear. Whatever he said made her expression slowly change. From suspicion... To intrigue. Rafe stepped back and straightened. “Think about it.” Then he walked away. Leaving Trina staring after him. Thinking. Later that night, Benita finished the last page of the book she had borrowed from Damien’s study. She closed it. Sleep still hadn’t come. With a quiet sigh, she got out of bed and walked down the hallway.

Inside I enjoy my little victory, the gun that was once pointed at me is now once again kept safe in the confinement of Rafe's pants. Inward, I took a breath of relief. But I cannot be happier, because the night has just started, for now am safe, but how long I have no idea. Especially because none of us has any idea, what is it that Rafe is planning. Rafe is cunning, there is always something more to his plans than he lets people believe and I would be a fool to believe that we have Rafe trapped. Rafe is like a chameleon, he will keep changing his colors.

Her head felt heavy, her eyelids drooping despite her efforts to stay awake. “I need to tell you something else,” Rafe said, his tone more serious now. He hesitated, as if weighing the enormity of what he was about to reveal. “Something about me. About what I am.” But before he could say more, Delia’s head lolled against the couch, and her breathing evened out.

Rafael was enjoying the show, he would put her in her place, he was not done with her, he'll make things so difficult for her that she will regret ever daring to speak to him the way she did, he'll show her that he's the boss and he has the final say, he observed she was furious earlier but managed to keep her cool. " Well let's see how long you can keep your cool princess" he said and turned at the sound of the door opening, she entered with his coffee, he must admit that she look good, red looks good on her, her wavy hair packed in a single knot, simple earrings with red lipstick, she look simple and beautiful but unfortunately this was no simple lady on the inside, he thought. He indicate

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."