Raph X Leo Novels & Stories

Leo let out a breathy laugh. I shut my eyes, refilling my lungs with air. I snuggle even closer to his body, relaxing into his hold. I’m still mindlessly rubbing over the bracelet on my wrist. “The water is getting cold,” Leo pressed a kiss on my hair, my ear, “I don’t want your doctor to scold me, Raphael is a scary guy.” I chuckle, shaking my head at his jest. It felt as if my heart was physically submerged in water. This feeling with Leo is swelling in my chest, so tender, so soft.

He was aroused and wanted to have his mate. Freya’s hand stroked through my robe, and right to my chest. She caressed it tenderly. “Freya,” I softly breathed her name, and took her hand away from my chest. “We’ve had a long day. It’s time for us to have a rest.” “But I'm not exhausted, Leo. And I want to start creating memories with you,” she whispered. “Not with sex, Freya. There are other beautiful ways we can….” Still trying to explain things to her when I felt her hand on my cock. She grabbed it and my jaw tightened. Red stirred in my head, struggling to take charge.

Not memory no, something more, A sense of him… just past the door. She shook it off, her jaw set firm, “I will not let it take its turn.” Because she knew what paths it led, What truths it forced, what words it said. And she had built too much, too far, To let that pull become a scar. Leo sat with crayons spread wide, Drawing shapes he couldn’t hide. Gold met color, lines unsure, A world he tried to make feel pure. “Look,” he said, his voice so bright, As Giovanni stepped into sight. She crouched beside him, soft and near, “What have you made, my little seer?” He pointed small, his smile shy, “It’s us… and him. I tried.”

I gulp looking at Leo. “Hey, Leo met his mate on our break.” Char says as she smiles at her Alpha. “Yeah?” I ask, looking at Leo as he gets this dreamy look on his face. “Yeah, Leah is the best she-wolf I have ever seen.” I smile at the look on his face. “Can I ask what it feels like?” Leo looks at me and a frown forms on his face. “Your parents must really be a piece of work.” Leo says as I look down at my plate once more. Almost faceplanting into it as he slaps my shoulder.

He saw the foundation of his world turning to mist. "Papa?" Leo whispered to the speakers. "Leo, don't look at the sky!" Kael’s voice roared. "The beam is mapping your iris! It’s waiting for the King to lock the coordinates!" "I’m not looking at the sky, Papa," Leo said, his jaw locking into a line of sovereign, suicidal resolve. "I’m looking at the Ledger." He reached into his coat and pulled out the broken digital stylus—the one he had used to sign the 14-B transfer. He looked at the black signature on his thumb.

"Leo, help me get him onto the medical cot." Leo, a young Beastkin with the protruding tusks of an Orc and the gentle heart of a scholar, stepped forward. His movements were fluid and powerful, effortlessly taking the brunt of the stranger's weight. Unlike the warriors of the Northern Citadel, Leo spent his free time sketching the ruins in a tattered notebook, but in moments of crisis, he was the squad’s unwavering muscle. "He is heavy," Leo noted, his voice a low rumble. "And his scent... it is dense, Rhea. Like a storm held behind a dam."

ALPHA BRAHAM'S POV After breakfast, which I'd cooked while Millie watched like she couldn't quite believe an Alpha knew his way around a stove, Leo disappeared upstairs and came back with paper and colored pencils. "The dragon!" he announced, spreading everything on the coffee table. We gathered around as he drew with surprising skill for a three-year-old. The shapes were crude but recognizable…a small human figure that looked weak and helpless. Then, beside it, something larger. A figure that looked like a wild dog.

I flipped rapidly through the pages. The front sections were filled with his usual crude charcoal drawings—wooden horses, cartoonish caricatures of our family, and sketches of the oak trees behind our house. ​When I reached the final three pages, however, the nature of the drawings changed entirely. ​Leo had not merely been throwing tantrums; he had been trying to hide something.

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A

Leo asked her. "If it doesn't, you wouldn't be here, Leonard. I found out that your dad, Alexa's dad, and Harrison were friends. Best friends." Leo nodded not looking surprised by the information. "Yeah. I knew that." "You...you did?" Emily was confused. Leo nodded again. "I did." He gave her the picture. "That picture confirmed it. Look at the back." He instructed. Emily did as was told and saw the X and C written on it. "Where...where did you get it?"