Rafe Cameron X Reader Protective Novels & Stories

“Lily, this isn’t just fun for me anymore. I want more. Real connection. Dates, talks, all of it. Even with the crazy shit like Vanessa.” I looked up at him, heart swelling. “You mean that?” “Yeah. My world’s messy, but you fit. I’ll protect you.” Rafe nodded. “He’s serious. We see how he looks at you.” Cole grinned. “Don’t break his heart, teacher.”

Rafael stared at the screen. Then he thought of Alyssa—her defiance, her isolation, the way everyone around her wanted something from her. Including him. He closed his eyes. “I never wanted to protect you,” he whispered. “I wanted to own you.” The realization cut deeper than any blade. Rafael opened his laptop and began encrypting the files again—this time separating truth from leverage.

Raymond asked and looked at him. Cameron's chest rose and fell as he lifted himself higher. His face held no emotion as he bowed, "I am grateful you considered me Alpha. I am honored to be your Luna's beta and to watch over her. I swear on my last breath, I will protect your mate if any harm comes to her." Cameron said and then allowed himself to smile. Raymond walked away from me and grabbed hold of his hand. I watched as Cameron’s eyes widened for a moment, then lit up.

Then I realized it. Cameron Hayes was shaking wildly as he was about to burst. I don’t know why he was shaking but I know it must have been with the fact that Silas was about to rape me, I think. “Cam, it’s fine. I am unharmed. You don’t have to fuss over me. I know you don’t—“

“Don’t try the door again. The lock only opens from my side.” He turned to leave. “Wait,” I blurted. He stopped but didn’t face me. “What?” I hesitated, the word clawing its way out of me. “Who are you?” He looked over his shoulder, eyes catching the light. “Damien Wolfe.” The name hit like an echo from the night before the name whispered by men who were dying. He saw the recognition in my face, and something cold flickered behind his expression. “You’ll be safe here,” he said. “But safety comes with rules. Break them, and you’ll see what happens when I stop trying to be gentle.”

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.

Alex said, giving him a nod. Rafael didn’t return the gesture. He walked closer, slow and deliberate. “Didn’t expect to see you here again so soon.” “This is getting old, Ralphy” Alex returned. “You’re persistent.” Alex tilted his head. “She’s worth the effort.” For a moment, silence stretched long between them. Then Rafael spoke again, quieter this time. “Just make sure you don’t turn out to be the kind of man she needs protecting from.” Alex’s gaze sharpened a fraction. “Is that a warning?”

“I don’t know you. But I know enough to see that you didn’t deserve any of this. And whether you believe it or not, I’m trying to protect you.” The fire crackled in the silence that followed, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Lia felt torn between anger and confusion, between wanting to run and wanting to understand. “Why should I trust you?” she finally asked, her voice trembling. Rafe’s expression softened, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. “I don’t expect you to,” he said quietly. “But I’ll prove that you can.” He turned and walked toward the door, pausing just before he left. “You’re free to hate me, Lia,” he said without looking back.

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.

Rafa! “Shh, you’re safe now. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. If they try, I’ll fucking kill them with my bare hands.” I knew he wasn’t bluffing. We stayed like that in each other’s arms for a while, quiet and brooding. Being with him like this was absurdly warm and indeed made me feel safe and protected, like I was exactly where I should be. Rafayel stroked the back of my hair with a gentle caress that warmed its way down my spine. And when he pressed a soft kiss against my forehead, my toes curled under the blanket.