Rafe Cameron Wattpad Mga Nobela at Kwento

With a silent leap, he pushed away from the wall and dropped back into the night. He landed without a sound. Straightened. And walked back into the darkness. Tomorrow, he would speak to her again. He would smile, lean closer, make her wonder why she could not look away. He would turn her friends into shields without them knowing, twist her days into paths that always led her back to him. The rogues could wait. Their time would come when Kael ran out to face them. But Rafe’s hunt was personal. And it had already begun. Eden Cruz. His prey. His lure. His obsession. And soon, Kael Thorn’s greatest weakness.

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.

Rafe nervously stepped up to the door of Mr Jones Vones' house. His parents had told him the tales of Mr Jones Vones. The man's wealth and power, but he had not expected the heavy door before him to be guarded by a man with a gun. Rafe remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had been so scared and confused as he and his family stumbled into the city of Cayton. He was just fifteen years of age. Previously, his friends had told him. He had been warned of the dangers of the city, but the sight of the guards of Mr Jones' grandfather, Mr Cayton, had been the most frightening of all. He had been so hungry and exhausted, but he had never expected to be arrested.

We all stare at him. He lets out a deep breath. “I probably shouldn’t say anything since he doesn’t know about it himself yet, but Rafe is going to be heading to San Francisco, Damien explains. “What? No…” I shake my head. “No! Come on, we just got this thing working!”

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?”

"After everything that has happened, you think I would believe the daughter of the man who destroyed my life?" Seraya’s heart sank. “Rafe, please—” “Enough!” His voice thundered, cutting through her plea. “Don’t say another word to defend him!” She froze, tears burning her eyes, but she refused to look away. “You’re making a mistake,” she said softly. “My father would never harm anyone, let alone Amelia. He respected her—he respected you.” Rafe's eyes blazed with fury. "Respected me?" he growled. "That man took everything from me. He didn't just betray me—he murdered my mate. And now I find out she was carrying my child when she died!"

he’s content when he’s away from me. “He’s a really good baby,” Conner murmurs to me the fifth or sixth time that he takes Rafe from me and tucks him happily away in the crook of his arm. “He’s…very chill. I wasn’t expecting that.” “Well,” I sigh, smiling up at him, “Rafe likes his dad better than me and you probably remind him of Sinclair. You’re both…” I wave a hand towards Conner’s large, muscular frame, “gigantic and stuff. Probably thinks he’s right at home!” “I can’t believe that’s true,” Conner says casually, grinning down at Rafe. “Everyone loves the Luna.” As if in confirmation, Rafe gives a happy little squeal and reaches out a hand to me, which I kiss. I look back up at Conner. “

“I would still be there if she hadn’t kicked me out. She has reservations about us.” Rafe understood he hadn’t exactly taken the traditional route of courting her when it came to their relationship, but she came at a time when he wasn’t looking for a relationship. He’d just run away from his wedding plans, having another noose latched on him wasn’t something he went out actively looking for. Talia just happened to him, a good happening. He couldn’t help but feel like she was sent to him by a greater power to resolve his issues by setting him on a new path. Since her arrival in his life, after years of uncertainty and months of internal conflict, he’d finally made a decision about his own lif

“Yeah. You sent Rae the link. She forwarded it to me. Figured it’d help on the bad days.” Zara snatched it, unfolded it across her lap, and burrowed in immediately. “Killian Hale, you absolute legend. This is better than flowers. This is therapy in blanket form.” Rae appeared in the doorway, drying her hands on a dish towel, smiling soft and tired. “Told you he’d get it right.” I met her eyes. “I’m trying.” Zara waved a hand dramatically. “You two are disgusting. In the best way. Now go romance somewhere else so I can nap under my new security blanket.”