Rafe Season Two Novels & Stories

RAFE After the kids left for school, I waited as Raven got herself ready for the day. I sit on the edge of our bed as she gets dressed and I take in her every movement. The way her back arches when she bends to pull her pants on. The way she tilts her neck exposes our mate mark as she gathers her hair up in a ponytail. Pulling her loose sweater down, she stops as she realizes I’ve been watching. “Enjoying the show, dear?” She teases.

For the first time in a while, Rafa is one step ahead of Ryan. Immediately after Ryan stormed out his office and Rafa told Selene, “We have to kill him. Now, it’s a battle of who kills who first,” he made a move. He wasted no time, standing up the next second and going to meet with a rival gang. They exchanged promises and values and swear to keep their alliance confidential.

But my smile immediately vanished, because trailing behind him like a shadow was Rafe. Fuck! Rafe was wearing a dark green jacket, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his hands stuffed into his pockets like he had better things to do. He looked bored, and his eyes roamed lazily over the crowd like he was trying to determine who was going to be the biggest threat to Adrian. Even though I had contingency plans, seeing him there was still intimidating. I quickly ducked behind Valentina so he wouldn’t notice me, because I didn’t know how he would react if he saw me there.

Rafe came to me three months after the choice, in the late afternoon on a day when Dominic was at a council meeting and the house was quiet. He knocked on the door of the room I now used as an office—my maps spread across the walls, the pack territory coming into clearer relief with every week of work—and he looked like himself, which was to say he looked like someone who had done the internal work and was on the other side of it, not unchanged but real. "I want to talk to you," he said. "About Cael. About some things I should have told you earlier."

Rafe knew she was teasing him now. "Just wait for me, Chelsea. I will return back home and will pull you in my lap and spank this little bubble ass of yours and that sweet pussy between your legs and you will be so wet and begging for me to fuck you and then I will fuck you so hard that you will faint". Rafe said and he knew her breath hitching at his promises. He saw bubbles appear on the screen, disappeared and then appeared again until he got the message from her. "I will be waiting for you on the door with that little white dress you like and no panties on. Goodbye". If Rafe was fire, Chelsea was explosive that burnt his soul and if he had any erection left to leave his cok painfully ach

But Nick stayed silent, forcing himself to hold the line. Rafe gave a tiny nod and slipped into the backroom again. Nick exhaled, finally allowing tension to leave his shoulders. Tomorrow. He would return. But tonight… he followed. --- Rafe left the café thirty minutes later, stepping into the cool evening air with a backpack slung over one shoulder. He walked with a slight hunch, as though unconsciously trying to make himself smaller. Nick followed from a distance. Rafe didn’t notice him. His attention stayed flickering around the street—the neon lights, the passing cars, the people milling about. Every little sound made him tense, shoulders tightening in reflex.

Raffi’s POV “Your time has come, Raffi.” I immediately opened my eyes and regretted it after a powerful beam of light blinded me. My body ache is gone, but I can feel how weak it is, maybe from the torture. I slowly adapted to the light and realized that I am sleeping in a soft bed, not on the cold ground? “What the…” I realized I was inside a vintage rose pink room with only a bed and table inside. What is more shocking is that I am -

"You've figured that out already." "A few weeks ago." Rafe went back to watching Leo. "She's going to find the hardest possible way to do everything ahead of her. It's structural. She can't help it." "I know that too." "And you're staying anyway." "Yes." He nodded once. The conversation was done. That was how Rafe worked—he said the thing, got confirmation, filed it, moved on. No ceremony. On the floor, Leo completed the final clause and the clerk called the confirmation sealed.