Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

We all stare at him. He lets out a deep breath. “I probably shouldn’t say anything since he doesn’t know about it himself yet, but Rafe is going to be heading to San Francisco, Damien explains. “What? No…” I shake my head. “No! Come on, we just got this thing working!”

He said, “Whatever it is, you know I’m only loyal to you. I’m your man, Jamie. Ever since that day you rescued me from those bloody rogues.” Jamie knew he could hold Raffa to that. The first time Jamie met Rafa was through an unfortunate event where he had to rescue him from a bunch of rogue wolves that were trying to kill him. He didn’t know who Rafa was by then, but he rescued him anyway, knowing that he was falling prey to the rogue wolves. Ever since then Rafa had been a loyal friend to Jamie. After digging deeper, they realized that Rafa was indeed from their own pack, but due to the death of his parents, he had been on the streets. Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jam

If I have another, I'll never hear the end of it from Roxie. As I wait for the drinks, someone else comes up to the bar. When I look up, I find it's Luca's next youngest brother, Raphael - or Rafe, as his family usually calls him. Rafe is pretty darn different from his older brothers. While Dante and Luca are opposites in terms of temperament, they're both polished when it comes to their public personas. Rafe, on the other hand, is the black sheep of the family. With his shaved head and tattoos, he looks more like he belongs in a motorcycle gang than in Hollywood's royal family. And he's definitely forging his own career path - though he's done some acting like everyone else in his family, h

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."

“I left them but I had no idea where to go. I was moving to another city to find out more about my birth when I met a guy. I was on road and stopped by a café for some food. A guy came over to me and told me that he knew what I am. He said that he could help me find out more. I-I didn’t trust him but something was better than nothing and I literally had no other way of finding out more about the werewolves.” Before he could continue, Azraiel stops him and asks the question. “What was the name of the guy you met in the café?” Caleb scrunches his brows and gives the name that connects him to Charlotte. “Richard. His name was Richard.”

Fog and smoke blurred the world; through the lens, Kael was a sharp, lethal figure moving through it, dragging other men back behind cover, firing, shouting orders. “Still got it,” Rafe muttered around the cigarette clamped between his teeth. He tracked Kael’s path with the barrel, following the line of his shoulders, the way he adjusted to each new threat without breaking stride. “Don’t get cute,” a voice crackled in Rafe’s earpiece—one of his own crew. “We’re not here to take the shot.” “I know why we’re here,” Rafe said. “Just checking the merchandise.” He flicked the safety on and off once, a pointless, dangerous little habit, before settling it firmly back to safe.

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.

"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.

I could get used to it, at least it wouldn’t be so boring. A moment later, Rafa walked in looking crisp and composed and wearing a black button-down shirt with black pants. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel Kane’s glare on the side of my head but I don’t care. Kane wasn’t wrong though. Wanting Rafa could get us both killed.