Rafe Cameron Rings Novels & Stories

Her hand was raised before the camera, revealing the ring on her finger. The caption read, "My answer is yes." By the time I saw Sally's post, Mom's body had already been taken to the morgue. I'd called Tristan 30 times, but he didn't answer a single one of my calls. However, he did leave a comment on Sally's post. "I'll fulfill all my promises to you." In the photo, Tristan and Sally were in a tight embrace, and I even saw underwears behind them. It was obvious what they'd just been doing.

"I wish that you say yes to your happily ever after!" "I don't think I understand!" I looked at her, confused, and she laughed. "Wishes aren't explained, Hannah, they come true!" She winked at her father. "Your turn, Dad!" Rafael stood up, pushed his chair back, and bent down to cake level with his eyes closed. "I wish that you say yes to me!" Then he pulled something from his pocket and got down on one knee, leaving me confused. He opened the little box before my eyes, and I brought my hands to my mouth when I saw the ring inside.

Even though the nights had been far too warm to justify lighting them. Jenna stood in the middle of the room. She was naked except for a large red, ruby, signet ring hanging from a thick gold chain around her neck. It had been her father's ring. Rafe had been gracious enough to let her keep it. Rafe walked up behind Jenna. He was in a relatively good mood. So he allowed her to wear the ring during the ceremony. He found it morbidly amusing in some way that he was about to mate with the girl and she was wearing the ring that had been on her father's hand when he had died.

"Then why did you bring me here?" The question hung in the air between us, bright and burning as the rising sun. Rafe said nothing at first, he reached up and unclasped the golden chain that always hung around his neck. The pendant of his family crest glinted against his olive skin. It was extremely beautiful. Slowly, he placed the chain around my own neck. The metal was warm from his body heat, and the unfamiliar weight of it settled over my hammering heart. Rafe's fingers brushed my nape, sending a shiver down my spine.

There was only a simple, stark declaration in Rafe's voice, which silenced the room more completely than a shout. "From this moment, his word is my word. His protection is my foremost concern. To touch him is to declare war on me. To respect him is to ensure my favor. He is Jay. And he is mine." He slid a ring onto Jay's finger—a heavy band of black tungsten, inlaid with a single, subtle stripe of gold. It was not a wedding band. It was a signet. A seal of office. The assembled power brokers bowed their heads, not in joy, but in solemn, grim acknowledgment. A new fact had been entered into the ledger of their world.

I smile, as Raif pushes forward, both of us pleased that she realized what it is. “Yes, my little mate, that is me. I wanted to see you wearing my head around your neck,” Raif tells them. “He was very insistent about it,” I say to her, watching as she strokes her thumb over it. “Is there a reason you chose diamonds for the eyes?” she asks. “It’s your birthstone, and it went well with the onyx and pewter of Raif’s head,” I say as she looks up at me. “You know my birthstone?”

He expected quiet in there, expected to be walking into a castle without peace, but what he saw instead struck him with the power of fire flowing into his very blood. Seraya stood facing him. She was not dressed in her humble frocks. Instead, she was wrapped in a dress that shone dimly in the light of the chandeliers. The fabric was familiar—too familiar. His eye fell to the fine stitching, the pearls embroidered with patient labor, the flowing sleeves which had brushed against Amelia's arms. Even the image constricted his throat. But worse still, on her head was a crown, and on her wrist sparkled bracelets which had been Amelia's. Rafe's breath hung for a moment. His chest heaved as though

Raf stated and again looked me in the eyes. “No problem! I’d love to help,” I said and went further into the shop. “Have you found anything for me?” Linc asked. “Yes! Look! A beautiful gym outfit! That’s exactly what Agatha will love!” I stated and showed him it. “Awesome!” he commented and we went to the cashier to pay for everything. “What do you think I should buy?” Raf asked when we left the shop. “What about a pendant which can be opened. There we can put a photo where you are with grandma and write a sign: ‘I love you, the best grandma in the world!’?”

Asher No matter how many times I spin the ring on my finger, I can’t find where it starts or ends. It’s almost the same tint of silver as my eye color. The platinum with a black diamond inlay through the middle strikes a powerful aesthetic. Pricey, but I bought it myself. If I’m going to wear jewelry, it needs to be exquisite. Camila looked blatantly stunned when the priest asked her for the ring. I should have prepared her more. I was busy with other, more pressing plans.

Slowly, I loosened the drawstring and tipped its contents into my palm. A ring. Old. Simple. Silver worn smooth with age, etched faintly with a symbol I recognized instantly - an old pack mark. The stone was dark, almost black, catching light only at certain angles. “My mother’s,” Cameron said. “She wore it until the day she died. Said it was meant for the woman who would be strong enough to stand beside a monster and still choose him.” I looked up at him, throat tight. “You almost died for this.” “I almost died for you,” he corrected. “This just belongs to you.”