Wattpad Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

“BAM! BAM! BAM! Rafe’s eyes snapped open. A sharply dressed man in an elegant suit stood outside, irritation written across his face. “Hey! Move your car from here,” he said the moment their eyes met. Rafe blinked away the fog of sleep. Only then did he notice the building behind the man; a studio with musical instruments decorating the entrance. He nodded apologetically and reached for the ignition… then paused. Money lay scattered on the floor of the car. “Perfect,” he muttered under his breath, quickly gathering it before driving off. Derek stirred awake as Rafe parked at a supermarket. Rafe stepped out and returned minutes later with snacks, drinks, antiseptic spray, and fresh bandages.

Rafe nervously stepped up to the door of Mr Jones Vones' house. His parents had told him the tales of Mr Jones Vones. The man's wealth and power, but he had not expected the heavy door before him to be guarded by a man with a gun. Rafe remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had been so scared and confused as he and his family stumbled into the city of Cayton. He was just fifteen years of age. Previously, his friends had told him. He had been warned of the dangers of the city, but the sight of the guards of Mr Jones' grandfather, Mr Cayton, had been the most frightening of all. He had been so hungry and exhausted, but he had never expected to be arrested.

I grimace, leaning back against Victor as I survey the variety of emotions that I see on everyone’s faces. Rafe looks just plain ill, leaning his head back against his headrest, gritting his teeth against the pain that runs through his body every time the packed van hits a bump or a pothole. His chest is wrapped tightly with bandages, the Beta medic recommending he be checked immediately for broken ribs. Next to him, Bridgette is anxious, worried, miserable. She stares at Rafe, eager to help his every need, but no knowing, precisely, how. My heart goes out to her, then. I wonder if Rafe chose her as his luna not only for her beauty and simplicity, but because he knew he could control her. As

Ninety two *Freya* Rafe looked so vulnerable lying there, his handsome face unnaturally pale, dark lashes fanned out against his sculpted cheekbones. Tears prickled my eyes as I stared at him. I'd always found him breathtaking, but now, with the knowledge of what he'd risked for me, what he'd sacrificed, he'd never seemed more beautiful. Or more beyond my reach. Rafe was everything I'd ever wanted. Strong, brave, compassionate. A true leader who inspired loyalty in all those around him. His people adored him, and with good reason. He always put their needs before his own.

“How long have you known Kieran?” “All my life,” Rafe said without hesitation. “We were raised together. My father was Beta before me, his father was Alpha before him. We were practically joined at the hip as kids.” She leaned forward a little. “What was he like growing up?” Rafe chuckled, resting his ankle over his knee. “Carefree. Wild. He laughed all the time, fooled around way more than he should’ve. You wouldn’t believe it now, but he could be downright reckless.”

We all stare at him. He lets out a deep breath. “I probably shouldn’t say anything since he doesn’t know about it himself yet, but Rafe is going to be heading to San Francisco, Damien explains. “What? No…” I shake my head. “No! Come on, we just got this thing working!”

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.”

His eyes searched mine, pierced through mine. Somewhere inside me, my wolf stirred, and I heard her whimper. “No, I swear, I didn’t—” I started to say, but he cut me off with a growl. “Don’t lie to me!!” Rafe roared, and the power of his voice sent a chill down my spine. My wolf whimpered again. He closed the distance between us, and I stumbled back, eager to get away, but collided with the wall instead.

My heart started pounding, and my hands felt sweaty. “Could someone make a Lycan believe he had a mate?” I couldn't believe what I was asking. Raphael stared at me for a moment before responding. “Yes.” My blood went cold in my veins. After losing my parents, Rafe had started losing control. He had become unstable and dangerous. Then came Tamara Webster. She was a renowned Lycan doctor who specialized in treating unstable Lycans. She had treated Rafe when I was at my worst, it took years to be fully stable, and much later I found out Sadie was my mate.

Waylon kneeled down beside me. “Tired.” Resting my head back, Rafe started to toss and turn. “Little man is getting hungry?” Waylon took him from me and stood up. “It’s okay, daddy is here.” Rafe cooed but let out an angry scream. “Give him back. You and your useless nipples can’t make him happy right now.” I rolled my eyes as I went to the bed to get comfortable. Rafe went from zero to a hundred in three seconds.