Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

“Dave knows everyone here, but this is Rachel, Saoirse’s girl, and the ones with gray eyes are the Graycort family I’ve told you about. Ray, Sarina, Kamron, and my lovely Kimia. Then the birthday girl is Kam’s girlfriend, and general shifter, Rose.” “I have never met a general shifter before. Pleasure,” Rafe charmed. I could tell that Rina, Rose, and Kimi were intrigued by the blond bloodsucker. He’d do this at the bar all the time. Hell, even Rachel was giving him some friendly looks. “Guys, this is my dad, Rafe Sanguinario. He’s a vampire,” Dave said, and he sounded a bit proud. Kam grinned at Dave. “Yeah, you totally take after your mother.”

I am the eldest son of an Alpha and a breeder, a strong one, so my father pushed me harder to use a breeder, but I had hoped for my mate. The batch from North America didn't interest me nor did the batch from the South. The current batch is from Central America and so far held no interest for me either until she came out. Many of us higher ups sat up when she came out in her pale blue dress. She stood up on the podium and above her on the flat screen, came her statistics. ALPHA ONLY PRIME BREEDER NAME: KATE MARIE PAYNE AGE: 16 HAIR: BLONDE EYES: SILVER GREY

I'll never get to see these grateful people if Kace and Rylan make me lose my mind. "Have you decided who will mark you on the night of the Ceremony?" she asks innocently, nearly making my heart stop. I've been so caught up in this deal, learning how to cope as a Phantom Wolf, and just with the two of them that I haven't stopped to think about that. They idea has my head spinning, as I clutch the arms of the chair. "Remember, Kace won't be involved in the ceremony, since he's not from the Purity Pack," Millicent says gently, watching my reaction carefully.

As awful as the quality is, there's a dead-on shot of my face right before Rafe leaps into action. The question, then, is who will see this? Is this juicy enough for any of the celebrity gossip blogs to pick up? Or for people who work in this industry to seek out? Rafe has a reputation for being a player. And as far as I know, he isn't cheating on anyone. He probably shouldn't have grabbed the guy with the cell phone, but it's not like he was arrested for assault. I'm thinking - hoping - that this is just ordinary enough to pass under the radar. Everyone is focused on Luca and Dante right now because of Cataclysm: Earth.

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

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

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."