Rafe Cameron Season 2 Novels & Stories

He wanted to know who the woman was on the first floor earlier and he sensed there were other things he needed to know about too. Rafe was watching him silently from his seat at the dining table, sipping at a cup of coffee. "Who's the wildcat?" Caleb finally asked, letting the full weight of his gaze fall on Rafe as he spoke. He wanted to see his initial reaction to the question. Apart from a slight tightening of his lips, Rafe managed to keep his expression neutral. "The newest member of my pack." His reply was slightly guarded, as if he was deciding how much information to impart.

It was then that Rafe turned his head to look at me, agony and despair were sketched across his face, and as he slowly began lowering him down to the floor he also lowered his head as he tried to reign in his rage. Taking a few deep breaths he finally lifted his gaze to mine again, the dark orbs had dissipated and the blue galaxies had returned in their place. Jeremy wasted no time in moving away from him as he began coughing and rubbing at his throat, "You're the fucking monster, you're kind came down to our planet it wasn't the other way around. The sooner you all just fuck off the better." Rafe didn't respond to Jeremy's outburst, instead, his gaze kept mine the whole time. Jeremy turned

"**ANSWER ME! NOVAH!**" Silence answered, thick and accusing. Each unanswered call was a hammer blow to the fragile casing around his panic. The carefully constructed Alpha-heir composure lay in tatters back in that empty room, shattered like the door he’d demolished. All that remained was this primal drive, this clawing terror in his chest that tightened with every passing minute. *Gone. She’s gone. Because of you.* "Alpha-heir!" A voice, strained against the storm. Rafe materialized from the gloom, his dark hair plastered to his skull, face grim. "South quadrant’s clear to the creek. Jensen’s team is pushing further. Nothing."

Rafe walked Carmela back to her room. The second he leaned in to lower her onto the bed, she latched onto his arm. She pressed herself against him, eyes dripping fake sweetness. "Rafe, stay with me tonight?" He stared at her—but all he saw was Mia's empty, shattered eyes. His chest clenched. He shoved Carmela off him. "Get some rest, Carmela." His voice was flat. "I'm going to my room." And he bolted.

She always had. Rafe sat on the edge of the bed, phone in one hand, cigarette in the other, tapping ash into a Styrofoam cup like he was bored of breathing. He hadn’t said much since his last guy checked in. I could tell he was losing patience. Good. Let him squirm. He wasn’t in this for Kat—he was in it for the payout. But me? I was in it for the reckoning. “She’s still holed up in the clubhouse,” Rafe muttered, not looking at me. “Same routine. Kids, women, guards. No movement.”

“I understand the theory. But he’s not a rational actor. You said it yourself—he’s chaotic.” “All chaos has a source,” Rafe said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “And I am the only force he has ever feared. He will understand the message.” The SUV slowed and turned down an unmarked alley, stopping before a featureless steel door. A single, discreet camera lens watched them from above. The driver got out and opened the door for Rafe, who emerged without a word. Jay followed, the cool night air a shock after the climate-controlled interior.

Then, without looking up, “He’s settling in.” Tim looked at him. “What?” “Daniel,” Rafe said, still looking at his folder. “He’s settling in. He went out with Leo yesterday without any resistance. He’s working. He pushed back at you about the security and you told him things you don’t tell people.” He turned a page. “He’s settling in and you’re letting him.” Tim looked at him steadily. “Your point.” Rafe looked up. “My point is that Webb is moving and you have pushed two important meetings and you spent thirty seconds looking at a mood board on someone’s laptop yesterday.” He held Tim’s gaze. “That’s my point.”

Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jamie, and ever since then, the two have been inseparable friends. Jamie told Rafa almost everything, except for one. The one thing that he had to keep from him was about Emma‘s identity. Jamie didn’t know how Rafa would react to that, since he shared equal hatred towards rhe rogues. It was the rogues that killed his parents and almost took his life too. If he knew of Emma’s past and her identity, he might go to his father.

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.

Rafael stood at my window, his cloak soaked from rain and blood on his collar. “Gods are you hurt?” I rushed toward him. “Not mine,” he murmured, wiping his cheek. “Camden’s wolves ambushed us at the ridge. We drove them back.” I reached for him instinctively, placing a hand on his chest. His heartbeat thundered beneath my palm. “You could’ve died.” “I didn’t.” “But you could have.” His hand wrapped around mine, pressing it tighter against his chest. “I came back.” I looked up, heart pounding. “Why?”