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Younger wolves carrying flowers I didn't recognize, their scent sweet and wild on the evening air. At the center of it all, directing with his characteristic quiet authority, was Rafe. I saw him before he saw me. He was standing near the main courtyard, dark hair slightly disheveled from whatever he'd been doing, the sleeves of his shirt rolled to the forearm, talking to Cassian gesturing towards the ceremony fires. The fading afternoon light caught the angles of his face, the sharp jaw and the strong brow, the particular way his features arranged themselves when he was focused. The scars on his forearms caught the light too — the evidence of every battle he'd fought for the people around hi

After a few minutes Rafe came to me, "Are you done?" I turned my backless stool to him, "Yeah, tired." He had removed his blazer, looking different in just a stripped stone blue silk shirt. Rolled up sleeves, tousled dark hairs. His top buttons from his chest were opened too. I chuckled silently and involuntarily at his casual appearance.

I quickly wore my ruffled jean and a crop top, without applying any makeup I picked up my purse and ran out of the room to go meet Rafe. He was at the bar when I met him, his black braids shining, one elbow pressed against the wood,and a shot of something in front of him. without exchanging pleasantries he gave me a quick kiss and made me sit beside him. "so, what's up with all these babe? I have seen your post on the media, I get it you want to help your friend but you have to be careful. Kyl Ronalds is a very powerful man" I fidgeted on the chair, trying to look brave. My boyfriend Rafe wasn't a man of many words, so if he has said this much, that means he meant it.

“Sir, we’ve confirmed—he’s an Omega.” Rafe’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. “I like him,” he said quietly, almost to himself. His expression hardened, icy and unreadable. “But… sir, he’s undercover,” the man reminded him cautiously. Rafe’s smile didn’t waver. His eyes never left Jay. “Then I’ll handle him myself,” he said, his voice low, lethal. He turned and walked toward his sleek black car parked outside. Meanwhile, the photo shoot carried on. Jay posed effortlessly as photographers clicked furiously, stylists whispered over each other, and assistants blushed at his striking features.

Rafe came to me three months after the choice, in the late afternoon on a day when Dominic was at a council meeting and the house was quiet. He knocked on the door of the room I now used as an office—my maps spread across the walls, the pack territory coming into clearer relief with every week of work—and he looked like himself, which was to say he looked like someone who had done the internal work and was on the other side of it, not unchanged but real. "I want to talk to you," he said. "About Cael. About some things I should have told you earlier."

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 say, getting laughter from Asim, Aiden and Blaze at that last part. Blaze is taller and more broad shouldered than Raff, not that Raff is a tiny guy but he’s slender and only a couple inches taller than myself. He definitely seems more human than Raff, but I get the distinct feeling that there is more than meets the eye with that one.

The rooftop falls quiet again, but now it feels different, calm and intentional. Rafe nudges the case with his boot. “Do you want me to leave the feed open?” “Yes.” “And if he activates the camera again?” My jaw tightens. “Then he’ll see exactly what I allow him to see. I want him to believe he's still tracking her.” A slow grin spreads across Rafe’s face. “Damn, man! You’re insane.” “I know.” He straightens up and picks up the case. "For what it’s worth," he says nonchalantly, "this might just be the most entertaining thing you've dragged me into. I've already booked my ticket. Front row seat to whatever chaos you're about to unleash."

“Everything.” Rafa’s smirk falters. Ryan steps closer. “And trust me, it’s worth far more than a fucking sex tape.” Rafa exhales satisfiedly, He glances upward thoughtfully.“Sex tape?” He chuckles. “Only if the video had sound… I would beat my meat to it, cause…” he trails off with a harsh sigh as he walks out from behind his desk, heading towards Ryan. “Hazel is so damn sexy.” As he reaches Ryan, he leans into his ear with a smirk. “Must be nice fucking her cunt, right?”

*Ainslee* Gavin is behind us, Lawrence ahead. The other two guards, Killian and Brady, are positioned on either side. All of us are wearing very unassuming clothes. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to wear rags like this. Rafe, of course, would look good in a potato sack. He cuts an impressive, dark, brooding figure in threadbare brown trousers and a faded blue shirt. He’s also holding a rag to the side of his face that is soaked in blood in an effort to hide his identity and pretend he has an injury.