Rafe Cameron X Reader Protective Novels & Stories

“Isn’t this what you said would help? The imprinting thingy? To mask my scent? To stop them from tracking me?” He didn’t say anything. Just stood there, bleeding, shirt torn open, staring at me. “Why aren’t you saying anything, huh?” I screamed, trembling from head to toe. “Why are you just standing there?! Say something!” And then, slowly, Ethan stepped forward. He lifted one hand to my face and wiped my tears with the pad of his thumb. “Should I let you in on a little secret, Camila?” he whispered, his voice rough with something that sounded far too pleased. “I promised myself I’d protect you. I promised I’d keep you safe. Never let you cry.”

“What order?” Rafe’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “If Lena Cross is found,” he quoted carefully, “she is not to be harmed.” Everything inside me went still. “What?” “He wants you alive.” The room tilted. I grabbed the desk to steady myself. Alive. Not rescued. Not protected. Alive. “Why?” I breathed. Rafe didn’t answer immediately. Because we both knew. “Leverage,” he said finally. The word sliced through me. No. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “He wouldn’t use me.”

she added with a blush. My grin was wide, Of course I am. I AM HIM. The beast, the ladies’ man and no one else in this campus can compete. “You’re welcome, baby.” She was barely out of the door when another girl came barging in like Cruella, ready to burn everything to the ground. Girl one vanished without a lingering second, and I was left alone with the furry, glaring at me. “Who the fuck was that, Callum?” I was more concerned with the open door.

The heavy scent of cedarwood and rain didn’t belong to Elias. When the shadow finally stepped into the pool of light cast by the computer monitor, Damien’s fingers tightened so hard against the edge of the twenty-year-old photograph that the brittle paper threatened to snap. It was Rafe. His head of security, his closest confidant, and the only man who knew exactly how deep Damien had fallen into the quicksand of his forbidden affair with Elias.

Rafael’s eyes didn’t move from her face. “I think,” he said quietly, “that people don’t survive near revised deaths by being ordinary.” Dianne’s expression didn’t crack. But something in her gaze cooled—just slightly. A fraction. And it was enough. Rafael’s instincts sharpened. Not proof. Not confirmation. But a pattern. ⸻ He reached up slowly and brushed his thumb along her cheek, gentle, possessive in the smallest way. “You’re under my protection,” he murmured. Dianne’s voice was soft. “I didn’t ask for it.”

Luca’s eyes flash to mine and the corner of his mouth quirks up in a grin. “Ari is ours to protect,” Rafe says, looking Luca over from head to foot before picking up the plate and holding it out to him. Luca blinks in surprise and turns his eyes back to Rafe. I don’t think he’s used to rejection – not with that face and his fame.

She simply kept quiet and went back to her cooking. "That reminds me, I haven't read the letter Damien gave me from Alpha Tim" Rafaele said as he reached into his pockets and brought out the letter. He read through it quickly, Rina noticed the expression on his face changing. "what's wrong?" she asked. Rafaele folded the letter. "he wants Rain to be Damien's beta" Rafaele revealed. "He does?" Rina was shocked. "Yes, I am shocked to hear this but they are really close and work well together, I see why Alpha Tim brought up the idea, it will also soothe the tensions between our packs." Rafaele replied.

If he was going to take Amelia inside his pack, he needed to know. "And if it is true and if she wanted to come here, what then?" Rafael looked at him, his expression quizzical. "I told her that I will help her out. She looked sad and she wanted to be safe and I wanted to help her. I really... did." Colton looked at his fingers, wondering what was it about her that made him... feel like he had to protect her. "You what? My God, Colton... you are not impulsive." Rafael blinked at his friend. He had known Colton for a long, long time and Colton had never been kind or generous, unless he got something in return from doing a favor. "You are never one to..."

My heart started pounding, and my hands felt sweaty. “Could someone make a Lycan believe he had a mate?” I couldn't believe what I was asking. Raphael stared at me for a moment before responding. “Yes.” My blood went cold in my veins. After losing my parents, Rafe had started losing control. He had become unstable and dangerous. Then came Tamara Webster. She was a renowned Lycan doctor who specialized in treating unstable Lycans. She had treated Rafe when I was at my worst, it took years to be fully stable, and much later I found out Sadie was my mate.

“Sophie, I need to tell you something.” Camellia’s voice came through clear, urgent. “Someone inside is ghosting as me. Accessing old Vault paths we should’ve killed years ago.” Sophie didn’t ask if Camellia was lying. She didn’t need to. “Do you have a name?” “Rafi Dean.” Sophie’s eyes narrowed. “He helped build our onboarding shield.” “Exactly.” Rachel patched in. “Want me to handle it?” “No,” Sophie said. “I will. After Berlin. I’m done letting shadows hide behind Phoenix.”