Rafe Cameron 소설 & 이야기

Rafe laughed heartily, his demeanor so different from before. He seemed much more alive and approachable now, almost like a new person. "Did you hear about Faghri? He's going to run for president," Rafe announced, taking me completely by surprise. Faghri, once notorious for his ruthless ways, had transformed himself into a respectable figure, and now he was eyeing the presidency. "Rafe, you're serious, aren't you?" I asked, looking for confirmation in his expression. He nodded solemnly, confirming the surprising news.

“We are so happy for you.” “This needs further celebration!” Benjamin announced. “Tell me about your plans.” “You must have a prospect date,” Adam said. “Yeah. Enlighten us a bit. Let’s see what we could help,” Carter suggested. “Actually, we’re starting from scratch,” Rafe said, making sure everyone was listening. “After all, Savi deserves something much more... real... and we want something more private.” He clasped me closer to him. “Isn’t that right, love? Didn’t you say we have a lot to do?”

Coffee went cold. I returned to our house despite the restrictions. The place still carried the scent of lemon and spice. I moved quickly. Clothes. Documents. Essentials. I didn’t look at anything long enough to feel it. Cole drove us to Rafe’s apartment after that. It hadn’t been lived in for three months. Not since Rafe was admitted to the hospital. He’s twenty-two. Still hasn’t found his mate. He used to joke about being unlucky. Now he’s bedridden. Two days before the trial, I go to see him.

He knew that what he was about to say could shake Rafe more than anything else had done in the last few weeks. Rafe was at the window when Cohen entered. His broad form was engulfed in darkness, and the pale silver moon light poured over his shoulders like plate armor. His stance was rigid, but his demeanor shifted with restlessness, the indication his wolf had been troubled since their return from the previous patrol. Not turning to him, Rafe's deep and authoritative voice rolled, but it carried a note of weariness. "Tell, Cohen?" Cohen dipped his head before moving forward. He talked calmly, measured, though his heart itched with each sentence. "My king… Ace."

“There’s too much to lose.” She looks away, jaw working, but doesn’t argue. That silence from her is as close to trust as I’ll ever get again. Rafe steps out then—limping, bleeding, but standing. His shirt is dark with blood at the ribs, but he still smiles, cocky and venomous. His gun dangles in his hand like an extension of himself. The crowd parts for him, men watching, unsure if they’re following a king or a ghost. “Cruz Maddox,” he drawls, voice frayed but sharp. “Always dragging everyone into your tragedies. Woman. Child. Old friend with a knife fetish. You really don’t know when to stop.”

"My apologies, Alpha, Luna. Rafe doesn't always know how to behave. So naughty." "It's quite all right." I crouched in front of the boy. "How old are you, Rafe?" "Four," he announced proudly. "Oh, a big boy now. You have to protect your mother and listen to her." He nodded and puffed out his chest. "Yes, Yuna. I'm the strongest in my whole nursery class." I laughed softly. "I can tell. You'll grow into a strong warrior." Rafe beamed. "Yuna, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen..." Then his eyes went wide. "After Mommy, of course. Mommy's the most beautiful."

Could I trust Raffaele at all? .

Rafe walked unsteadily up the stairs one by one to the second floor of his mansion. He finally came back to this place after a full week of working to find evidence of Cooper Smillow's involvement in the Las Vegas shootings. He flew to Las Vegas after he managed to bully Cooper, then he worked and worked until he didn't realize he had spent too long in Las Vegas. But mostly it was because of his promise to Maria. He feels responsible for solving the shooting case and punishing the people who killed Weston.

“If we ever cross paths, you’ll be a dead man, Keith.” “Oh, gosh, that’s funny!” Someone laughed on the phone, and I realized it wasn’t Keith. He gave his cell phone to somebody else because he was a coward and a loser. So, I took a wild guess and scoffed. “Chris.” “Rafael Sterling. You’re not as scary as I imagined when I saw you. People kept telling me you were a tall man with one eye, but when I saw you—” He chuckled. “You reminded me of my little nephew. You’re cute with little muscles, that’s all.”

"Tade, please... stop, I beg you..." But Tade is far from finished. "You have systematically ruined every single alliance we had!" he screams, his chest expanding as his wolf rumbles. "I warned you about Rapha's sharp mind. He carries the exact same dangerous brilliance as Nyara. But you dismissed him as a useless, plain rogue and convinced me to throw him to the wolves! Look what happened! Rapha is Kaelum! He is the most powerful black-market weapon designer in the world, and we did not even know it!"