Rafe Cameron X Reader Novels & Stories

“It ends today Rafe, the farce of you and your bond, the pain you've endured. You will be relieved of all.” I found my voice, though my voice was rough and cracked. “He’ll stop you.” Caleb’s smile faded. “You really believe that, don’t you? After everything? After seeing what your ‘bond’ really is?” He leaned closer. “He’s an Omega Rafe, a scared kid with a weird trick, he’s not coming for you.” “He’s hiding, and when he hears your scream echo through the bond as the Goddess herself cuts you out of existence… he’ll break. And then become mine.”

“Yeah… covered the spread… told you they’d pull it off….” My stomach tilts, but not with fear. Because honestly, I’m not surprised. At this point, I’m almost certain Damien is betting on Rafe’s games. And, weirdly, I can’t bring myself to care. It’s Damien. He lives for risk, for high-stakes moves, for the thrill of control. Besides, it’s his money. Who am I to tell him what to do with it? “Everything okay?” Rafe asks when I drift back to him after watching Damien.

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Rafa muttered. I rolled my eyes, but the truth was I liked this, the banter, the constant picking at each other. If I felt normal and safe, it was something that anchored me. Rafa shifted again, his fingers brushed my ankle before he pretended he wasn't doing it on purpose. I raised a brow. “Do you want something?” I asked. “For you to stop pretending to read.” “I am reading.” “Upside down?” Okay, he got me there. He reached out, plucked the book from my hands, and tossed it aside.

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

Every time their eyes met, he gave her that knowing smirk. After dinner, the parents went to bed early, exhausted from the long drive. The cabin fell quiet except for the crackling fire in the living room. Sara tried to read on the couch. Callum sat in the armchair across from her, legs spread, watching her like a predator. "You have been staring at the same page for ten minutes," he said, his voice low. "What is on your mind, Sara?" She snapped the book shut. "Nothing that concerns you."

“Oh! Thank you very much. I’ll give it a read then . I guess I’ll learn a lot about my dead husband from here than I could while I was actually with him.” After that the publisher left. And Ms.Rafa took that book and sat on a rocking chair to read it. She said to herself, “Guess a legendary journey of a devil is about to be revealed by my hands. Should I be happy about that, I don’t know anymore…” Inside that Book…………….

I sit at the café table with my coffee going cold and the morning light coming through the window and the mate bond warm and present in my chest, and I think about fourteen pages of legal text and one clause on page nine, and I think about a six-year-old boy telling his wooden wolf the truth before any of us were brave enough to say it out loud. *Thank you for putting him first.* I pick up my phone and text Ronan. *She invited me to the fort tomorrow. Rope bridge situation.* Three dots. Then: I KNEW IT. Rafe owes me twenty. I put the phone away. For the first time since we arrived in Silverveil, something in my chest that has been locked and silent for six years moves toward something that f

he added, stepping closer. “You’ve been unhappy lately, Camila. I can guarantee you’d smile every day if you were with me. But instead, you choose sadness.” He sighed. “I’ll never be with someone like you, Rafael!” Camila cried. “Not in this life, or the next, or any life connected to yours!” She glared at him, her tears betraying her defiance. Rafael laughed darkly. “No one connected to me? Too late.” Camila looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

Chapter 115 *Freya* I sat alone in my chambers, the morning light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. My mind couldn't help but wander back to the night before with Rafe. A blush crept up my cheeks as I thought about the way he had touched me, held me close, and whispered sweet things in my ear. He had taken me to heights I never thought were reachable, making every nerve in my body sing with pleasure. The memory of his hands on my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and I hugged myself tightly, feeling an overwhelming surge of love for him. Out of all the girls, he chose me. The thought made my heart swell with happiness.