Rafe Khatchadorian Novelas e Histórias

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

I placed a hand on his arm, feeling the hard tension in the muscle. “It’s Rafe,” I said quietly. “He’s real.” Only then did Kael’s posture ease a fraction. He stepped aside just enough for Rafe to slip into the vault, then forced the heavy door shut again and reset the manual lock as best the damaged mechanism allowed. Rafe leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Up close the damage was worse. Deep claw marks crossed his chest and shoulder. One eye was nearly swollen shut. He had fought his way down through levels that had been actively trying to kill him.

"He doesn't know what you're actually capable of now." "And who am I fighting?" Rafe asked. Juno checked the filing. "Magnus named the physical champion separately. Conscription means Rafe is legally bound to participate, but the opponent is—" She stopped. "Juno," I said. "Dax Mercer." She looked up. "Blackclaw's top fighter. He was in the Final today. He's twenty-six, ranked first in the territory's combat circuit for three consecutive years." I'd seen Dax Mercer on the grid. Big, fast, technically excellent.

Rafael returned the receiver to its holder and sat back in his custom-made leather chair, straightening his posture. A few moments later, a knock came at his door. It then burst open with much drama, and in strode Olixe Mercer himself. Olixe was one of his most influential board members. He looked like the male Svan Kann, yet they swore they were not related. Rafael thought all opportunists happened to take up a similar face after some time.

Ninety two *Freya* Rafe looked so vulnerable lying there, his handsome face unnaturally pale, dark lashes fanned out against his sculpted cheekbones. Tears prickled my eyes as I stared at him. I'd always found him breathtaking, but now, with the knowledge of what he'd risked for me, what he'd sacrificed, he'd never seemed more beautiful. Or more beyond my reach. Rafe was everything I'd ever wanted. Strong, brave, compassionate. A true leader who inspired loyalty in all those around him. His people adored him, and with good reason. He always put their needs before his own.

He said nothing until he had to, and then he said it like a man reading a grocery list. Rafa, tall, dark, in his mid forties, Spanish former Legion. He had a face like weathered leather, and carried it his calm and mean like a loaded weapon. He never asked why. He asked where and when. Katerina, who drove better than any guy I’d ever paid for driving. She had a long scar on her forearm and a small crucifix tattooed behind her cute ear. She was the only one in the room who could look at me like I wasn’t a mythical creature.

Katerina smiled, nodding at her husband, loving the name they chose. “Elijah, or in other words, his Russian name Ilya” Alpha Nathan said “Ilya Dimitri Kozlov” Alpha Dimitri’s head shot up at his son, hearing his name as his grandson’s middle name. Alpha Nathan noticed his mother’s eyes drop to the ground, knowing well enough that her son was still upset with her; however, he was sure not to disrespect the woman in any way possible. “You’re being serious?” Alpha Dimitri asked and Alpha Nathan nodded, smiling at him.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

" None of this is funny. You can't torture men just because I went on a date with them. He didn't even know I was someone's wife." " So you rescued him? " He scoffed and stared at me with disappointment in his eyes. He could be disappointed all he wanted. Mark was safe and that was all that mattered. " Yes. You're so heartless. This is a human life we are talking about. " I tried to reason with him but the look on his face told me he wasn't there with me. " He knew exactly who you were. He is a Russian mob spy. They're closing in on our territory. They want to take over from us. "