Novel & Cerita Rafe Season Two

"I really don't know Rafe. I just did it. I wanted you to stop. I don't know what I did. I just thought about making you stop." Rafe listened. His eyes narrow and angry. He was staring into her eyes contemplatively. "Lucky for you I believe you." He put his fingers to his mouth and Aislinn saw blood on his finger tips. He breathed in her scent and then licked the blood and juices from his fingers while she watched. "Don't get too comfortable pet. We'll be leaving for the reservation soon. I've decided to move things up. I'm far too excited about bringing you back into the fold. My little lost lamb." Rafe moved around to where she couldn't see him again. She was terrified that he was going to

Twenty Four *Rafe* "So what is your decision?" Rafael asked. We were taking our usual morning strolls along the halls. "Decision on what?" "The rituals. It requires you to bed one of the contestants. You have to pick one of them before nightfall. I think that... Jessica or the other lady, Aurora I think her name is, will be the best option for you."

“Sara runs toward family. She always has. She’ll go before she calls Salvatore. And Hale can’t stop her from going to her own uncle’s business.” Rafe nodded, absorbing every detail. “And once she’s out of the house…” “We watch,” I said. “We wait. We see how her security reacts. We learn their patterns. This isn’t the grab. This is the test.” “Rafe.” He paused. “No improvising,” I said. “No showing off. No noise. You go in, you break what needs breaking, you leave. Nothing more.” He nodded once. “Understood.” “And Rafe?”

Rafe is not in charge of my future even if he thinks he is. “He is going to kill you, Ariel,” Rafe growls, leaning forward and staring at me, making me see what’s at risk here. “He’s known something was up since the first night, Rafe,” I counter, stubbornly crossing my arms and glaring at him. “We’ve gotten through almost two weeks of him having no opportunity to hurt me – we can get through a few more days!” “And then once you’re in the Academy?” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Because he’s fucking good, Ari – he’s definitely getting in too.”

"Don't think I'm not coming for you, Rafe. Collection time is coming." Rafe's chuckle was more of a gasping breath, but I could hear the underlying humor in it. Apparently, having his secret out in the open was good for his soul. Not that I would let him get away with today, but it was nice to at least learn the reasons behind his increased assholey-ness lately. "Speak, Raphael," Momma said. Her voice was hard once again. Her dark eyes were seemingly lit from within. Rafe jolted. "I received a phone call. Two days after we were on the news after shutting down Will's parents."

A fierce battle that could never be witnessed anywhere else. "What’s your plan for Luna?" "Just watch. I'll drive her to despair, then when she's hopelessly in love, I'll reject her. Then, I'll be the one begging. Women adore such twisted love games." "Fool! This isn't ancient times; such tricks won't work." "Shut up!" Rafe's body was enveloped in a black mist, and the real Rafe passed out. Rafge sat beside the bed, his keen gaze fixed on the grimoire on the floor."

Peaceful in a way that felt false. “How long did you track them?” I asked. “Two hours,” Rafe said. “After they pulled back, I lost them on purpose. I did not want to lead anything back.” “Good,” I said. “Stay alert.” “I always am,” he replied. “Alex, are you staying there?” “Yes,” I said. “For now.” He hesitated. “Do not do anything reckless.” I almost laughed. “Not tonight.” The call ended. Silence settled again.

Coffee went cold. I returned to our house despite the restrictions. The place still carried the scent of lemon and spice. I moved quickly. Clothes. Documents. Essentials. I didn’t look at anything long enough to feel it. Cole drove us to Rafe’s apartment after that. It hadn’t been lived in for three months. Not since Rafe was admitted to the hospital. He’s twenty-two. Still hasn’t found his mate. He used to joke about being unlucky. Now he’s bedridden. Two days before the trial, I go to see him.

Renia's POV. I don't know what you will call a normal marriage and I don't exactly know what a normal marriage is like but I think I and Raphael's marriage has gotten pretty...normal? My parent's marriage is anything but normal. They loved each other so much that it is the only thing, anyone, around them can see but I guess that is what a normal marriage is like. Love. Respect. Understanding and being able to sacrifice oneself. Raphael might not be in love with me just yet but I think he is getting there, he was starting to look at me the way my dad looks at my mum anytime he thinks no one is watching—maybe I was just starting to see things and the fact that I want his love so badly is makin

"We're intertwined, Winter. No matter what unfolds, we're drawn to each other. You were mated to Slade for a reason, and we met for a reason. You can't escape this reality." Rafael's eyes darkened as he spoke. I started shaking my head, and he suggested, "Why don't we lose ourselves in each other for now and deal with whatever comes later? It won't be such a big deal, will it?" I stared at Rafael for a moment before shoving his chest roughly, catching him off guard, and I growled, "Rafael, I will never hear you call sacrificing myself 'not a big deal.' Who are you?!"