Topper And Rafe Novels & Stories

He radiated “touch my daughter and I’ll break your spine in half.” Rafe flicked his gaze over each of them quickly, trying not to look like he was cataloguing threats. Then his eyes landed on Baylee. He froze for a second. Then, to her disgust, he smiled. “Baylee Vale,” he said. “Damn. You’re still pretty.” Heather’s knife hit the wall point-first between Rafe’s head and his ear with a loud thunk. Rafe jerked. Heather smiled sweetly. “Oops,” she said.

"Me, Natalia, probably Sloane too if she'd admit it" I grabbed my water bottle, drank half of it and I didn't look at him. Rafe wasn’t just someone that trained with my men, he is a friend also. Rafe left around ten thirty, said something about meeting his girlfriend for lunch. I stayed and I did another circuit, my legs this time, squats and lunges til my thighs were screaming again, then I moved to core work, planks and crunches and that thing where you hold yourself up on the bars.

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.

Something that isn’t a sound exactly but registers in the chest, a settling, a recognition. Submission. Four wolves outside remembering who they belong to. Rafe moves. I nearly say his name, nearly step forward, and then I see what he’s doing. He crosses the foyer, past Vera, past Dante, and he stops in front of Vera and he turns to face Dante and he tilts his chin down. Not deep. Just once. Deliberate. My Alpha. Vera looks at him. “Rafe.” “He’s back,” Rafe says simply. “That’s all I ever wanted to know.”

"Aye. I'm planning on your brother being right on our heels. If we'd had a coach, I would've changed horses every four hours the entire way without stopping, but I couldna risk taking the main road." Rafe chuckled. "You're smarter than I would've expected." Brock was struck by the similarities between Rafe and Ashton. In looks alone, the two men were close enough to be twins, yet despite the years between them, they couldn't have been more different in their manners and thoughts. "I'll take that as a compliment, Lennox." Brock smiled at Rafe, and they shared another bit of the fine whiskey Falworth had acquired. Rafe nudged his glass on the rough-hewn wood of the table with a single finger,

“How long have you known Kieran?” “All my life,” Rafe said without hesitation. “We were raised together. My father was Beta before me, his father was Alpha before him. We were practically joined at the hip as kids.” She leaned forward a little. “What was he like growing up?” Rafe chuckled, resting his ankle over his knee. “Carefree. Wild. He laughed all the time, fooled around way more than he should’ve. You wouldn’t believe it now, but he could be downright reckless.”

The words didn’t sound brave. They sounded unhinged. I stepped back, my legs suddenly weak. War. Sacrifices. My brother possibly dead. The pack split from the inside. Nothing felt solid anymore. Rafe turned away from Tomas and faced the wall, hands braced against concrete. For a second Just one He looked small. Not alpha. Not feared. Just a man who trusted the wrong person. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Rafe,” I said softly. He didn’t turn around.

Rafe turned to see who it was, as soon as he realized who it was, he let out a cry. "Please…..help meRaymond had planned to mock his brother ever since the attack on Mr Jones Vones. He planned to stick his tongue out at every occasion he could. He had set up posters to mock him in his room, formed a tune and even had the little ones put a play, just to humiliate his little brother. Everything was present except the star of the show, Rafe.

But Rafe is in University, older than my sister. Something that bothers my dad, but not when his daughter, is so happy with him. Rafe is an Italian, who moved to London, a few months ago. He and my sister met, typically at a club night. And they clicked. With his Italian tan, brown shaggy hair, and grey eyes, he swept my sister easily from her feet. It was not even a week and they were already dating. He treats her well and keeps her happy. Not only that, but with his charming pearly, white teeth smile, and smooth talk, he won everyone, including me.

Rafe says, looking with baffled surprise between Jacks and Mids. “All right, you may enter. Though it was rude of you to not bring cake.” Midnight quite primly begins to eat her cake again, and I don’t miss the satisfaction on Jesse’s face as he watches her eat her fill. “I apologize,” Rafe says, a bit dry, sitting down on the ground to Jackson’s right. “I’ve had…rather a rough start to the day.” He nods his greetings to everyone around the yurt, his eyes lingering on Ben and Elias for a moment as he frowns, clearly still not getting it.