Wattpad Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

Where Rafe's parents had gone separate ways when he was fifteen, Chelsea's parents died in an air crash. She said she didn't even get to complete her degree when she was working as a waitress in a restaurant where Marcus found her. And since then she was associated with Caroline who made sure she was properly fed and completed her degree in law. Not a lawyer to say, but with Caroline she had got a grip and she was a learner in process. Rafe took her out to a park over a lake and brought out the blankets to sit on the grass. "I have been dying to ask you since we met today or I should say it's been months. I don't even remember how long. But I think I cannot stay away from you.

" I grinned. "I-it's not—" I sat up and put my arms on the table. I clasped my hands as I propped my elbows there. "But you know what? That's a good suggestion." Uncle Connor's face lit up. "O-oh, right? I told you. I'm sure you'll like Raffi. Also, she's never had a boyfriend, so I know my daughter is clean." I just looked at him. I was secretly happy with what he said, but I didn't show it. I kept looking directly at him. After a while, I took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Rafaele finished cooking and dished out the food. They started breakfast. "So Rita i need you to plan this werewolf regional meeting to be the best, I am willing to help" Rain offered. Rafaele and Jax looked at him in surprise. "Since when did you start being so helpful?" Rafaele asked. "For starters, Rita is my beloved sister and I want to help her, Secondly, I want to shut the mouth of golden boy Damien" "Who is golden boy Damien?" Rina asked. "I feel you are suffering from amnesia" Rafaele told her.

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."

The blood that had been wet and slightly sticky now suddenly feels stiff and dry. “Umm, yeah.” I’ve never wanted to be locked in my room more than I have now with Rafe’s kind eyes staring down at me. He seems devastated to hear about Carden. “I would appreciate the help to get back to my room. I’m tired and in desperate need of a shower.” There’s a small smirk to his lips, “that’s an understatement. I think it’s this way.” The opportunity slips away and I give a nod agreeing with the direction he chose. He’s another cookie cutter image of an Order soldier. Brit seemed like the perfect image of an Order soldier too, but she turned out to be more ruthless than I expected. Is Rafe ruthless?

“There’s too much to lose.” She looks away, jaw working, but doesn’t argue. That silence from her is as close to trust as I’ll ever get again. Rafe steps out then—limping, bleeding, but standing. His shirt is dark with blood at the ribs, but he still smiles, cocky and venomous. His gun dangles in his hand like an extension of himself. The crowd parts for him, men watching, unsure if they’re following a king or a ghost. “Cruz Maddox,” he drawls, voice frayed but sharp. “Always dragging everyone into your tragedies. Woman. Child. Old friend with a knife fetish. You really don’t know when to stop.”

I looked at my cousin who is now looking at me with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?” Seven days after the execution and planning of Raffi’s mission, Quinn went to Raffi’s house. “What brings you here?” I asked Quinn and handed her a cup of coffee. “Just let me have a sip.” I groaned; she knows how to make me curious. After taking a sip, she looked at me with a wide smile on her face. “I have been admiring a man for a long time and I think it’s time to confess,” she said in a low voice.

“So, he’s promised me in the coming months, he’ll move forward with the pass over. I feel ready for the role, and I want him and my mom to take some time to travel and see the world outside the Pack walls.” “That’s admirable Kate. Whatever happened to the kid who was stupid enough to reject you?” After an awkward pause, I share the story about Rafe recently and how he’s currently in therapy and seems to be doing better. “You are an amazing woman, not many would have given him another chance at life. I’m not sure what I would have done, but I can assure you therapy would not have been at the top of my list,” he laughs.

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

Laura smiled sadly before starting, " Rafe fears no one not even the council. It's just..he feels guilty about his mate's death. His mate was the only daughter of Alpha Duncan. After she passed away, Uncle Duncan blamed him solely. From that day, Rafe promised to take care of him and his pack. He became extremely gentle towards Uncle Duncan and followed his every command blindly. But I don't like it at all." Seraya blurted, furrowing deeply, " Why?" Laura dropped the knife aside and explained honestly,