Topper And Rafe Novels & Stories

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.

The life that they’d wanted together went up in smoke, burned by his rage. How could he just act like all was right as rain, like nothing had happened? “So all he left out was the good morning kiss and the goodbye kiss?” “You find it strange too! I think the real Rafe was kidnapped by aliens and this guy is either a host or they gave him a lobotomy.”

Jasper complains, kicking at the grass. “We’re not being a sore loser, are we, bud?” Rafe asks as he stands and spins Jade upside down, one arm holding her by her waist, her long hair almost brushing the ground. Her laughter echoes off the surrounding trees. “No, daddy,” Jasper squeals as Rafe scoops down and picks him up in the other arm, and he climbs him like a monkey. With one child hanging upside down and the other holding tight to his neck, Rafe wears an enormous smile, laughing along with the kids.

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

We walked back to the border together, Rafe's hand in mine, the elders had tried to follow, but he'd told them to stay. Kael was still waiting, his warriors arrayed behind him. When he saw Rafe, his shoulders tensed slightly, old habits, old wars, old distrust. Rafe stopped a few feet away and held out his hand. "I'm Rafe." He said. "Alpha of Duskwind. Luca tells me you're looking for a home." Kael stared at the offered hand like he'd never seen such a thing. Slowly, cautiously, he reached out and took it.

Rafe's dark eyes locked on, calm but piercing, like he could see right through the casual stance. "Morning," Rafe said, his voice low and even, carrying the weight of someone used to being heard. "Name's Rafe. Moved in next door last night. Your party's carrying a bit." He didn't raise his tone, but the words landed heavy, no room for bullshit.

The four of them claimed a corner near the steps, elbows hooked on warm stone, drinks within reach. Rafe fetched rounds. Natalie stole sips from everyone’s glass. Jace’s thigh brushed Lena’s beneath the surface on purpose exactly twice, “accidentally” at least ten times. "Where are you from, Rafe?" Natalie asked. “Denver originally. Now I just chase surf and coffee.” “So homeless,” she teased. “So discerning,” he corrected, grinning. Lena tipped her head to Jace. “And you?” Rafe asked Lena. “Here,” she said, brushing her shoulder against his. “Right now, I’m from here.”

“I’m spoiling the girls. They’re going to love me more. I’m turning them against you.” “Good luck trying,” I say, shaking my head and hugging my mate close. “Um,” a voice says behind us, and we both turn to see Rafe standing there, smirking at us a little ruefully. “If you two can take a minute to stop rubbing it in to everyone else how disgustingly in love you are,” he says, making me grin. “It’s time to cut the cake.” “Sure, Rafe,” I reply, untangling myself from Victor and moving over towards the kitchen table where people are starting to gather. “Could you stand back though?” I continue, looking at Rafe innocently. “I wouldn’t want to get your jealousy all over the desert.”

“I’ll even bring you real maple syrup so you don’t suffer through whatever fake stuff the French think passes for pancakes.” That makes me laugh. “They don’t even have pancakes, Rafe. They do crêpes.” “Even worse,” he says. “See? Clearly, you’ll need me there.” I grin, but my heart is still spinning like a compass needle trying to find north. Rafe hesitates for a second before adding, “I’ve got something to tell you, too. Kind of big news.” “Oh?” “I got traded.” I sit up straighter. “Again? You just went out to LA.”

“How did you find it? Meeting my family?” “I like your mom. Adam and Carter are pleasant, so I’m not surprised you’re such a gentleman. You have a wonderful family, Jules.” His mouth curls up. “Jules?” “That’s what they call you.” “Well, that’s not everything.” He smirks, shaking his head. “Wait till you meet Rafe.” I raise my gaze at him. “Why?” “He’s... uptight.” “Really?” “I suppose I haven’t told you yet. Rafe had a twin brother. Mikhail.”