Novel & Cerita Topper And Rafe

Rafe was supposed to be the bridge. The one who could get me close without setting off alarms. But when it came time to act, he folded. Said it was “too messy.” Said Kat wasn’t the target anymore. Coward. Now I was stuck with Tiffany — Rafe’s castoff, still clinging to relevance like it was perfume on her skin. She paced the motel room, muttering about Luca and how he was “ruining everything.” I let her talk. She needed to feel useful.

Rafe murmurs, escorting me back down the stairs. “We’re going tonight?” I ask, surprised. “Before the Tormentians have a chance to solidify their positions, yes,” Rafe says. He stops on the stairs and kisses me without warning. I cling to him. He’s the only thing in this world that seems solid right now. “You’re my brave girl,” Rafe whispers, cupping my cheek. He leans his forehead against mine. “Tell me something hopeful.” “We’ll make it because we have to, Rafe,” I say, framing his face with my hands. “And that’s all there is to it.”

The pursuit had been worthwhile. "Well, that was quite enjoyable!" Rafe exclaimed, stepping into Tricc's field of vision. His vibrant blue eyes sparkled like the myriad stars adorning the night sky. Rafe was a strikingly handsome man, and Tricc couldn't help but wonder, on more than one occasion, what it would be like to bed his own Beta. Such thoughts, however, crossed a boundary that shouldn't be breached. Nevertheless, there was no harm in indulging in wishful thinking, right?

He patted his shoulder and went to sit with Enzo. Rafe looked at Josh, Enzo and then Chelsea before he gulped down and looked around the table. Everyone was quiet. Deadly silent and then they all erupted into fits of laughter. They were practically laughing, holding their tummies and there Rafe was trying to save himself from a blushing, embarrassed Chelsea. —------.... Tabby

My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest as he seemed like he was heading towards me. But then he walked right past me, and I released the breath I’d been holding. I turned to look at him slowly, and the fact that he didn’t even turn to look at me gave me some relief. To him, I was still just a stranger. Rafe was much taller than I initially guessed. He was at least 6’5, and the bull tattoo on his neck was more prominent than Adrian’s. He was a freak of a man, with beefy arms that looked like they could rip a rhino’s head off, and large calves that looked like he was secretly hiding slabs of meat in his socks.

I’m about to eat a hot plate of real food that I didn’t have to dig out of the ground with aching fingers or scrounge from the back of the pack cafeteria dumpsters. The curtain draws back, and Rafe unloads three full plates of food on the table in front of me and slides into the booth to my right. The curtain flaps closed behind him, and he turns on the seat, blocking the only exit. “I’ll answer all of your questions, but you’ve got to eat first.” He nods at the plates. “I wasn’t sure of your tastes, so I ordered everything. Let me know your likes and dislikes, and I’ll have the chefs alter the menus.”

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

I nodded, stepping inside. We drove to the nearest upscale café, but Rafael handed me his card instead of getting out. "I have a call I need to make. Maybe you can grab whatever you want and meet me back in the car," he said, his expression dark and cold. His annoyingly high-esteemed demeanor stared back at me. For a second, I wondered if I was capable of being the alpha's wife, if I was capable of being in his bed. The thought made me blush. "I wish I could figure out what you're thinking sometimes, because I know I'm in those thoughts," he whispered, breaking me from my reverie.

He tries to maintain his composure, but I can feel the tension radiating off him. Rafe extends a handshake to Damon, who reluctantly lets go of me to accept it. "Good to see you again, Beta Damon," Rafe says, his voice steady. He had always been one to remind Damon that he was a Beta despite his marriage to me. "Likewise," Damon replies, his smile tight. I know without a doubt he despises Rafe the most out of the other Alpha's. Rafe then turns to me, his expression still emotionless. "Our Luna," he says, offering his hand. "It's a pleasure."

Rafe came to me three months after the choice, in the late afternoon on a day when Dominic was at a council meeting and the house was quiet. He knocked on the door of the room I now used as an office—my maps spread across the walls, the pack territory coming into clearer relief with every week of work—and he looked like himself, which was to say he looked like someone who had done the internal work and was on the other side of it, not unchanged but real. "I want to talk to you," he said. "About Cael. About some things I should have told you earlier."