Rafe Season Two Novels & Stories

Raffi and I were not together because he had a fever. Naya, Anne and Lucille are talking to each other drinking milk while still wearing blue pajama suits. It was obvious that they had changed clothes because their hair was still wet. "Oh, why are you pouting there? Did you and Raffi fight?" Naya asked immediately. Because it knows that Raffi and I are not okay. I didn't move. I went straight to his bar station there then asked the bartender for rum. I bit into all the flesh and immediately closed my eyes and winced when I saw its flesh.

"**ANSWER ME! NOVAH!**" Silence answered, thick and accusing. Each unanswered call was a hammer blow to the fragile casing around his panic. The carefully constructed Alpha-heir composure lay in tatters back in that empty room, shattered like the door he’d demolished. All that remained was this primal drive, this clawing terror in his chest that tightened with every passing minute. *Gone. She’s gone. Because of you.* "Alpha-heir!" A voice, strained against the storm. Rafe materialized from the gloom, his dark hair plastered to his skull, face grim. "South quadrant’s clear to the creek. Jensen’s team is pushing further. Nothing."

“The Moon Light Pack throws the best celebrations. Luna Lauren goes all out. And this is your wolf awakening—it’s a huge deal.” Her excitement was genuine. Pure. “Plus, I’m definitely coming,” she added. “I wouldn’t miss your big night for anything.” A small smile found its way to my lips. Even with everything weighing on me… I tried to hold onto that moment. To her excitement. To something simple. “Thank you, Riley,” I said quietly. But beneath it— The worry remained. The fear of what that night could bring. The possibility that Nathan… might not be my mate.

*Harper* While monsters roared under the streets, I was spooning soup into Rafe’s stubborn mouth in my apartment. Lili sat at my side, her phone out, scrolling news feeds she wasn’t reading. I knew he was doing something terrible tonight, and for once, I didn’t ask myself how much blood. I only wondered when he’d come back to me whole. Rafe caught my wrist, his pulse weak but steady. “He’s going to break that man for me,” he rasped, his voice dry. “He’s going to break his boy first.” I nodded, pushing the spoon closer to his lips. “I know.”

Only then did he look back at me. His eyes found mine. There was no fear in them. Only love, and a fierce, unbreakable promise. I love you. This is not the end. Caleb walked up to him, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his head back. “Say goodbye to your monster, Alpha.” Rafe just kept looking at me as Caleb’s men shoved him forward. He didn’t stumble. He walked with his head high, into the line of trees. I stood there, the waterfall soaking me, Rafe’s command finally fading. I was free to move.

I've still one big, massive trouble to endure that is the divorce matter, bearing Mom and Dad's reactions and interrogations and Rafe's reaction too. "What? Aren't you finding anything interesting to watch?" "Uh-oh." This time I look up and see Rafe standing on my side. I mute the TV, put the remote down and rise up. My pupils enlarge when I see him in outfits unusual to his regular style. I freeze on my spot. He's wearing an ash-grey sweatshirt and dull blue loose trousers. This outfit is displaying his athletic, virile figure; muscular built, strong arms and broad chest. His hair are being messy in a way as if he has ran fingers in them.

He barely flinches. We settle into the living room. I pass out mugs of coffee with shaky hands. The two of them sit opposite each other like goddamn chess pieces. Dante, half-naked and still damp from the shower he took five minutes ago. Rafe, dressed like a funeral director and pretending to be normal. I perch on the edge of the couch. Watching. Waiting for one of them to explode. “So,” Rafe says. “How are you feeling, Dante?” Dante shrugs, slow. “Alive. Bit bored.”

Hopefully. A loud sound from the TV pulled her back to the present, then a crunching sound drew her attention to the couch and she groaned with a tired shake of her head. It still baffled her how quickly Rafe went from one end of the spectrum to the other. Talia stood by her kitchen counter and stared at Rafe, laying on the couch, head on the throw pillow over the arm, one thick calf on the other arm of the two seater, while the other leg was balancing on the heel of his foot on the carpeted floor. In nothing but grey sweatpants and loosely fitting tee shirt she recently discovered was an extra, extra large size—the dude was huge—she couldn’t help but wonder, how?

Gab said, ending the call. Without thinking, Rafe barged into the room. Gab’s eyes widened in surprise, and before he could react, Rafe was on him, fists flying. Rafe’s punch landed square on Gab’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. Gab retaliated, but Rafe was too quick. He dodged and landed another blow, this time to Gab’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. The two struggled, Rafe’s adrenaline pushing him past the pain as he pummeled Gab into submission. With one final, powerful strike, Rafe drove Gab to the ground. His breath came in ragged gasps as he grabbed Gab by the collar, hauling him to his feet.

Victor says, sighing, “it’s impossible. I could never trust you, after all of the crap you pulled this last month.” “Victor,” Rafe replies, “I only pulled that crap because one,” he holds up his thumb, counting off the reasons on his fingers, “dad asked me to, and two,” he holds up his forefinger, pointing it at his brother, “because you were a serious disaster!” “A disaster?!” Victor spits out. “Everything was fine until you two showed up –“ “Oh come on,” Rafe says, shaking his head and leaning back on the wicker chair. “You’ve been in a freefall ever since Evelyn came back around!”