Rafe Cameron Season 2 Novels & Stories

With our wolf hearing, Eric would have heard Rafe’s threat. Rafe left the lobby with his Beta lingering behind. “Tell the Luna I cannot wait to get her home,” he smirked as he exited the building. I had to grab Samuel to hold him back from killing the Beta. The Beta simply laughed on his way to their vehicles. “I want to kill him,” Samuel muttered.

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.

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."

Both boys jump on the couch, laughing gleefully, apparently trying to stay out of the splash zone. Victor takes a step away from his brother. “What the hell Rafe?” he scolds, disappointed. “What happened to you? We go away for a couple of weeks –“

“And they’re sure? They confirmed it?” My pulse hammered. Rafa exhaled slowly. “Listen to me,” he said, voice low. “Stay inside, do not engage, and keep the others hidden. And Kane, don't call again unless it's a life-and-death situation.” Then he hung up. I stared at him. “Rafa, what happened?” He didn’t look at me at first. He pressed his fingers into his brow, struggling to keep himself calm. When he finally lifted his eyes, the softness from earlier was gone.

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.

“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?”

Cassandra dramatically throws herself at Rafe, crying her eyes out. “Drama queen auditions, right over here,” I say, under my breath. Pax stifles a laugh and then shoots me a sexy look that says he’s impressed. Maybe even turned on. “I saw the whole thing, Rafe. Cassandra was trash talking then put her hand on Hannah, she was just defending herself,” he says, completely taking me by surprise. My jaw falls in response and he shoots me a quick wink. I hate that there’s a pulse between my legs but he is damn good looking in his crisp white collared shirt and navy pants.

Damien and Rain turned back one more time to wave. Then they were gone, on their way to their next adventure. Rina just hoped Rain and Damien would be okay and their love would survive whatever obstacle came their way. --- The house felt too quiet. Rina sat by the window again, but it didn’t feel the same. The silence felt bigger than before. “We need to fill the house again,” Rafaele said, sliding behind her. She smiled faintly. “You think so?” “I’m sure.” He leaned in and kissed her neck.

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.