Wattpad Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

“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."*

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.

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.

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.

Heather whispered, delighted, “Oh, this wolf is dumb.” Rafe plowed on, as if he hadn’t just slimed death all over himself. “He also says,” he added, “that her parents were his pack first, and they should come home. He’s willing to ‘forgive the misunderstanding’ about them being taken. He says Ironclaw can offer better care for Melissa Vale’s condition than a forest witch and a kitchen full of herbs. He says—” Jimmy’s growl rolled through the hall like thunder. Rafe stumbled back a full step this time.

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?