Rafe Cameron Season 1 Novels & Stories

Rafe's response not only shocked Artemis but his beta too who smelled something fishy behind his words, " Why should I believe you? What security can you give me, Alpha Artemis? You can run away like a coward. I want something useful to use you anytime." Alpha Artemis appeared tense and looked behind his daughter in captivity. He could do anything to divert the king's attention from his daughter. Artemis swallowed uneasily, bringing his words out stammering, " What... What do you want..king?" Rafe's lips stretched into a wicked smile. His canines shone brightly under the rays of sunlight. Beta Cohen could tell that his Alpha had something vicious in his sleeves. Rafe's voice came out demandi

"Nahh, that didn't last, five years running, we hit a massive loss and we had to shut down the business but I already had something starting up with Diego and Rafe" "Rafe? Who is Rafe?" I asked, my brows deepening. "Rafe is Nathan's uncle, don't ask me to explain but their family is fucked up big time" Damon replied. "But why haven't I met him?" "Why do you want to meet him?" "I think it's only right, I mean Mom and I know Diego and Nathan but this Rafe is also important in your life and we have never met him, plus I must thank him" I explained.

“You’re letting her into the house and letting her watch our ceremony. I don't like it." "She hasn't seen anything that matters," I replied calmly. "She saw the ceremony,” he said, gritting his teeth in annoyance. “She knows you have five Capi. What if she starts putting things together?" "Let her," I said. "I want to see what she does with the pieces." "So this is a game now?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Careful,” I whispered. “Do not forget who you’re speaking to.” Rafe exhaled sharply, clearly biting down everything he wanted to say. I respected that about him. He was loyal, even when he hated my decisions.

she said. Rafe swallowed. Collin didn’t look away from Rafe. His voice was soft. “You’ve got one shot to make this worth me letting you keep your throat,” he said. “Use it.” Rafe’s throat bobbed. He tore his eyes off Baylee and tried to square his shoulders back to Collin. “I come under council flag,” he said, voice dropping into something he clearly thought sounded official. “From Alpha Gunner of Ironclaw.” Jimmy actually laughed.

“Sara runs toward family. She always has. She’ll go before she calls Salvatore. And Hale can’t stop her from going to her own uncle’s business.” Rafe nodded, absorbing every detail. “And once she’s out of the house…” “We watch,” I said. “We wait. We see how her security reacts. We learn their patterns. This isn’t the grab. This is the test.” “Rafe.” He paused. “No improvising,” I said. “No showing off. No noise. You go in, you break what needs breaking, you leave. Nothing more.” He nodded once. “Understood.” “And Rafe?”

And Colt, checking his weapon with the same controlled efficiency he had once brought to protecting Sloane from Voss's men on a dark switchback, said, without looking up: then we move carefully, and we move fast, because whatever Camille Duarte is facing right now, she's facing it because she chose to help us, and I am not prepared to let that choice cost her everything while we debate the wisdom of acting quickly enough to actually matter. The flight to Phoenix felt endless, Sloane's mind cycling through every possible scenario awaiting them, and Colt, beside her, maintained a controlled, focused calm that she recognized, with familiar unease, as Carter Mercer fully resurfacing, every soft

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

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."

"Do you guys know each other?" Cameron stepped forward and said, "With Ralph, nah, I'd never met him before till today but this is Rhys, my soulmate, Ralph's older brother." He hooked his arm around Rhys' arm. "I didn't know Ralph had a brother." Kai gave me a pointed look. "Deal with him!" Rhys said before pulling Cameron along with him in a tight grip. Kai looked at me suspiciously. "Why do I feel like you three were about to kill each other, or better yet, you were about to murder Cameron?"

Jackson murmurs, finishing his sandwich in one more big bite. Rafe’s mouth falls open and then he snaps his head to the side, his eyes flashing around the room to see…god, to see everyone looking at him a bit askance. His mom quickly draws her gaze away, looking up at the ceiling, pretending she wasn’t just staring worriedly at him. She smacks Dominic on the arm and he, too, stops staring at his son a moment later. “Oh my god,” Rafe breathes, returning his attention to the big Alpha next to him. “Does…does everyone think I’m being weird!?”