Topper And Rafe Novels & Stories

Then, without looking up, “He’s settling in.” Tim looked at him. “What?” “Daniel,” Rafe said, still looking at his folder. “He’s settling in. He went out with Leo yesterday without any resistance. He’s working. He pushed back at you about the security and you told him things you don’t tell people.” He turned a page. “He’s settling in and you’re letting him.” Tim looked at him steadily. “Your point.” Rafe looked up. “My point is that Webb is moving and you have pushed two important meetings and you spent thirty seconds looking at a mood board on someone’s laptop yesterday.” He held Tim’s gaze. “That’s my point.”

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.”

I asked "10 minutes" "Sorry , should we go?" "Where do you think you're going?" I turned to see Ethan walking towards me "Who is he Maddie?" Rafe asked "Do we have a tutor, remember? I'm not getting cut from my team because of you" He said coldly as he put his hands into his pocket "Maddie?" Rafe asked "But.. We always do our tutor tomorrow and yesterday" I said looking at him and he raised his eyebrows "I can't tutor you tomorrow , I have to go to Toronto" He said

"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.”

“You made him disappear in the middle of a meeting!” “Yes.” No shame. Rafe walked closer until he stood directly in front of him. “You walked him out.” “Yes.” “You swore loyalty to me.” “I did.” The air shifted. Something in Rafe went very still. “Why?” he asked. Not loud. Just… tired. Tomas smiled faintly. It made my skin crawl. “Because your way is weak.” The words hit the room like a slap. Rafe didn’t move. But I felt it. His wolf surged so hard my own reacted.

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.