Wattpad Rafe Cameron 소설 & 이야기

he’s content when he’s away from me. “He’s a really good baby,” Conner murmurs to me the fifth or sixth time that he takes Rafe from me and tucks him happily away in the crook of his arm. “He’s…very chill. I wasn’t expecting that.” “Well,” I sigh, smiling up at him, “Rafe likes his dad better than me and you probably remind him of Sinclair. You’re both…” I wave a hand towards Conner’s large, muscular frame, “gigantic and stuff. Probably thinks he’s right at home!” “I can’t believe that’s true,” Conner says casually, grinning down at Rafe. “Everyone loves the Luna.” As if in confirmation, Rafe gives a happy little squeal and reaches out a hand to me, which I kiss. I look back up at Conner. “

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."

He wanted to know who the woman was on the first floor earlier and he sensed there were other things he needed to know about too. Rafe was watching him silently from his seat at the dining table, sipping at a cup of coffee. "Who's the wildcat?" Caleb finally asked, letting the full weight of his gaze fall on Rafe as he spoke. He wanted to see his initial reaction to the question. Apart from a slight tightening of his lips, Rafe managed to keep his expression neutral. "The newest member of my pack." His reply was slightly guarded, as if he was deciding how much information to impart.

Ryan looked at me intensely. “You don’t know shit about me,” Nate scoffed. “Besides, what does it matter to you? Amelia told me she ended things with you yesterday, so you have no right to ask me these questions,” he said. “I know enough about you. You’ve been anti-social since I’ve met you. Even more so after Alex left. People are actually scared of you at school, but now, you are suddenly around people and following her everywhere? Amelia might’ve ended it for now, but I haven’t given up on her yet. I still like her,” Ryan insisted.

But this was different. This wasn't about territory or revenge or pack politics. This was about Rain. And for the first time in a very long time Damien Wolfe — Alpha, billionaire, the man who had never let anything show — sat alone in his office and felt something that was very close to afraid.

He said pointing to the first boy, who spoke to me, I ran my eyes on him, which meant he was the one, Cameron wanted for me, he was not bad, he was way handsome too "Nice to meet you, I am..." "Padgett Ryan." The two echoed, causing me to give a weak smile. "Here!" Another voice comes from behind, he is holding an ice cream, taking me unaware, Ice cream in a bar. "Go on, I wouldn't dare to poison it, if I still love my life." I smiled, as I took the ice cream from him. "Ray Craig, that is my sweet name." He said then tried to place a kiss at the back of my hand.

But Callum had a lead. In the shadowed basement of an abandoned textile mill, we met a man named Rafi. He was rail-thin and jittery, his skin gray from too many years underground. “You shouldn’t be looking for Sable,” he muttered. “We don’t have a choice,” Callum said. Rafi’s eyes darted between us. “You don’t find Sable. Sable finds you.” “And how did you survive meeting him?” I asked. Rafi chuckled, a broken sound. “Who said I did?”

Jacob nodded slowly and quickly left through the open French door. Meanwhile Rafe moved to the right wing. He knew exactly where Cooper's office was. He'd been here before, with Brittany. That painful image had haunted his mind as he just got out of the car. He almost gave up on seeing Cooper because he remembered his promise to Brittany. But then he remembered Lexie cowering in the car with the sound of gunshots raining down on them. Rafe then threw away all his images of Brittany. Fuck that promise. Since Brittany died, there were no more promises he had to keep. The promise is completely dead with the owner of the promise.

he said, “we keep.” Bootsteps approached, brisk. Rafe skidded around the corner with the grin he wore when chaos obeyed him. “Showtime. The cousin’s parade is already tripping over its shoelaces. Also, the dog is following me and if he becomes my dog I’m naming him Bacon.” “Approved,” the Don said. Rafe’s gaze flitted between them, softened by something like pride. “Look at you two. Terrifying. Beautiful. In focus.” He tapped his earpiece. “All right, saints and sinners. Places. We turn the city.”

*REMEMBER THAT THIS GETS DARKER AS YOU READ AND THE FIRST STORY IS A SLOW-BURN.* JAYDEN’s POV Rafael, son of Alpha Zane, isn’t just some glorified titleholder designed to make the females swoon and the Betas bark in submission. He is young, sinfully handsome, and tall with a broad chest that begged for tongues to slide over. The first time I heard his voice on TV, every word from his mouth curled like claws around my throat.