Rafe X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

nodding I took a deep and slow breath, “Well, I still have it,” and it was then that Rafe’s eyes widened, “What do you mean you still have it?” “I mean, I have copies of the content and it’s stashed away in my duffle bag,” and it was at that moment that Rafe’s jaw dropped, and if it wasn’t for the fact that this situation was completely dire and ostracized from the norm, I would have probably laughed at his reaction, I can’t say that I’ve ever seen his jaw drop in quite such astonishment.

"My apologies, Alpha, Luna. Rafe doesn't always know how to behave. So naughty." "It's quite all right." I crouched in front of the boy. "How old are you, Rafe?" "Four," he announced proudly. "Oh, a big boy now. You have to protect your mother and listen to her." He nodded and puffed out his chest. "Yes, Yuna. I'm the strongest in my whole nursery class." I laughed softly. "I can tell. You'll grow into a strong warrior." Rafe beamed. "Yuna, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen..." Then his eyes went wide. "After Mommy, of course. Mommy's the most beautiful."

*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.”

“You slept well? ” “Barely.” I admitted. “My wolf had... opinions.” That earned the faintest curve of Calder’s mouth. Maddox exhaled through his nose, something like amusement flickering through the bond. The door didn’t slam open, but it might as well have. Rafe. He stopped dead in the doorway, eyes flicking once over the bed, the positioning, the scent that hadn’t fully faded yet. Then his jaw tightened. “So.” he said evenly. Too evenly. “That answers a lot of my questions.”

Every movement of the pack, every hard stare, every half-snarled comment — it replayed, over and over. I wanted to understand them. Their laws. Their punishments. Their loyalty. I had to understand, if I was ever going to survive here. A soft knock broke through the fog of my thoughts. I sat up quickly. “Come in?” The door opened, and Rafe stepped inside, a wall of presence and power even without saying a word. His dark eyes locked onto mine, scanning me from head to toe like he was measuring how much of me was left after training. He shut the door behind him with a quiet finality.

We still haven’t figured out Cora’s gift yet, though we’ve all be thinking. “Rafe’s will probably be shooting lasers from his eyes,” Roger murmurs, leaning forward to study my son. I shoot a little glare at Roger and he grins at me. “No, he’s going to be a healer, like mommy,” I say, kissing Rafe’s head and making him look up at me with a little baby smile. I smile back at him, unable to help it. “Nah, Rafe’s got a warrior’s soul,” Sinclair says at my side, leaning back in his chair and proudly considering son. “It will be something to do with that.”

After patiently listening to my explanation, Rafe fell silent for a moment before recommending several titles and directing me to a bookstore that specialized in first editions and academic publications. As I thanked him and prepared to end the call, his calm voice stopped me. "Do you want to meet up?" The question was delivered so naturally that it caught me off guard. There was no reproach. No mention of the month I'd spent avoiding them. It was as though he and Dom had simply been waiting for me to be ready. Waiting for me to find my own way back. I stood outside the bookstore for several long seconds before a faint smile finally found its way onto my face.