Rafe Sadler Novels & Stories

“Miss Larkin, today you challenged all of our preconceptions. Your total score is one hundred and fifty-five points. We’ve never had a first-year cadet score above one hundred before — and I believe the last record-holder was your uncle. Congratulations.” His face breaks into a rare, genuine smile that makes him look almost attractive. “The full breakdown will be on the gym pinboard for anyone who wants to review. You’re all dismissed.” I let out a long sigh and slump back into my seat. Rafe turns to me, smiling. He offers his hand. “Nice to officially meet you, Zahra. I’m looking forward to training with you.” “Same,” I say, shaking his hand. I turn to introduce myself to the others, but To

“He saved me, and you weren't there.” “Yeah, I guess you think that makes him loyal,” he said, his voice low and laced with disbelief. “He’s loyal enough.” Avery looked up at those words, his eyes flashing with something I couldn't catch. “I don't do royalty, Rafa. I do survival.” Kane turned to him and said sarcastically “And how long before this “survival” means putting a bullet in his skull?” “That depends on who aims first.” “That's enough,” I said harshly.

he said, trying to help him out of a big loud thought that keep hunting him. "She sweared at me," Rafa puked with a sense of guilt. His tone was like that of a man that is ready to cry a bunch. He looks broken and damned. 'Hmm,' Clyde sighed inaudibly because he is almost out of words. He looked at his face and he could see the bitterness and regret written on it. He wondered what he will say that would appease his soul. Still, he can't give a long stare and keep his mouth shut.

"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.

Like a cold cup of coffee can calm my nearly frustrated feelings, Rapheal thought angrily. Rapheal decided to go to a famous cafe for his mental health. After parking the car, he entered the cafe where it was filled with customers, mostly teenagers hanging out Rapheal had to endure disappointment, even though he was very sad to accept the fact that it was now very difficult for him to gain Mrs Tom trust again. Still, it's a good start for his and Rachel's relationship. Finally Mrs Tom agreed to his suggestion to bring Rachel to Korea.

Alpha said. “It matters not what anyone here believes to be true. I am here to claim what is rightfully mine,” I said. “Oh? Is this not a family reunion?” Alpha Joshua said. “I, Shane Hayes, am here to challenge Alpha Joshua Wright of the Dark Moon pack,” I said. “Hayes? You are a Wright,” Alpha Joshua growled. “Your name will die here, today. Hayes is the name I’ve taken and will be the name that carries into the next line,” I said.

But Callum had a lead. In the shadowed basement of an abandoned textile mill, we met a man named Rafi. He was rail-thin and jittery, his skin gray from too many years underground. “You shouldn’t be looking for Sable,” he muttered. “We don’t have a choice,” Callum said. Rafi’s eyes darted between us. “You don’t find Sable. Sable finds you.” “And how did you survive meeting him?” I asked. Rafi chuckled, a broken sound. “Who said I did?”

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. My throat worked. I stared at Raphael and found he was already watching me carefully now. “How do you know all this?” His familiar smirk returned, and he waved a hand like some sort of prince, “You’re welcome.” I snarled. I’d deal with Raphael later. Right now, I needed my old medical records. I needed to know exactly what happened to Rafe during the treatment period. Because if Raphael was right… Then everything I believed about Sadie being my mate could have been a lie.

And weirdly excited by it. When I came out, Rafe had changed too. Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, that V-line disappearing under the waistband like an invitation, it had no shirt on. The tattoo sleeve covered most of his left arm, some geometric pattern mixed with what looked like waves or storm clouds. His chest was broad, lightly dusted with hair, abs tight enough that I forgot how to speak for a second. He was drying his hair with a towel. The motion made everything flex.

“Terrifying.” “You have no idea. That’s his little brother Ryder by the cooler, also former Navy, and if you catch him staring at anything through that kitchen window, it’s probably Lila. He hasn’t shut up about her in months, poor bastard just hasn’t worked up the nerve.” He tips his chin toward a tall man with dark, watchful eyes leaning against the porch rail. “Rafael Santos. NSA before this. His wife Liora’s out on tour right now, some kind of dance thing, so he’s been a little more broody than usual.” “You people collect acronyms like baseball cards.”