Wattpad Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

RAFAEL She's my mate. My curse. My cure. My fucking everything. -Rafael (Marked by Her). Readers, If you've read this far, please take a moment to share your thoughts about the story so far. Your words mean more than you know. I need all the encouragement I can get. And as for Rafael... I've come to love him. He wasn't the cold, heartless Alpha I once thought he was. He was just broken. And every broken soul deserves a Lila to help him heal.

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?

I understood that his reaction was significantly influenced by the Alpha Oath he had previously taken, a powerful bond that deeply affected him. Having discovered a vital clue in the form of the Grimoire, my thoughts quickly shifted to the next pressing question: "Where is Rafe now?" This question echoed in my mind, unresolved. Suddenly, Faghri's alarmed voice broke through my thoughts. "Luna! This is bad!" he shouted, making my heart skip a beat. Turning to him with a mixture of confusion and concern, I asked, "What's wrong, Faghri?" His next words were shocking. "Rafe... It looks like he's planning to end his life," Faghri revealed, leaving me momentarily speechless. The idea of Rafe, a ma

The reservoir was east of the main village, a twenty-minute walk along a path that followed the ridge base before opening to the wide flat expanse of water — not large, but generous enough for its purposes, the water clear and cold and currently doing the thing that July sun did to still water, which was to make it look like an invitation. Delia came. Milo came. Stellan came with Mercer's grandson, whose name was Rafe, who was sixteen and had the specific quality of a young wolf who had been told he could come somewhere and was not sure what to do with being included but was present and trying. Ivory had met him properly the day before — had arranged it deliberately, taking Stellan's recomme

“Dave knows everyone here, but this is Rachel, Saoirse’s girl, and the ones with gray eyes are the Graycort family I’ve told you about. Ray, Sarina, Kamron, and my lovely Kimia. Then the birthday girl is Kam’s girlfriend, and general shifter, Rose.” “I have never met a general shifter before. Pleasure,” Rafe charmed. I could tell that Rina, Rose, and Kimi were intrigued by the blond bloodsucker. He’d do this at the bar all the time. Hell, even Rachel was giving him some friendly looks. “Guys, this is my dad, Rafe Sanguinario. He’s a vampire,” Dave said, and he sounded a bit proud. Kam grinned at Dave. “Yeah, you totally take after your mother.”

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.

“You haven’t been…yourself today.” Rafe glances to the side to see his mother looking at him curiously. His dad stands on Ella’s other side, listening but pretending he is not. Rafe smirks even as he sighs, appreciating their concern, even if he’s not ready to tell anyone at all what he discovered. After all, Maryam herself doesn’t know. He watched her all day for some sort of sign, but she either ignored him or treated him with disdain. But how could she know? She doesn’t have a wolf.

He said, “Whatever it is, you know I’m only loyal to you. I’m your man, Jamie. Ever since that day you rescued me from those bloody rogues.” Jamie knew he could hold Raffa to that. The first time Jamie met Rafa was through an unfortunate event where he had to rescue him from a bunch of rogue wolves that were trying to kill him. He didn’t know who Rafa was by then, but he rescued him anyway, knowing that he was falling prey to the rogue wolves. Ever since then Rafa had been a loyal friend to Jamie. After digging deeper, they realized that Rafa was indeed from their own pack, but due to the death of his parents, he had been on the streets. Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jam

Coffee went cold. I returned to our house despite the restrictions. The place still carried the scent of lemon and spice. I moved quickly. Clothes. Documents. Essentials. I didn’t look at anything long enough to feel it. Cole drove us to Rafe’s apartment after that. It hadn’t been lived in for three months. Not since Rafe was admitted to the hospital. He’s twenty-two. Still hasn’t found his mate. He used to joke about being unlucky. Now he’s bedridden. Two days before the trial, I go to see him.

I sit at the café table with my coffee going cold and the morning light coming through the window and the mate bond warm and present in my chest, and I think about fourteen pages of legal text and one clause on page nine, and I think about a six-year-old boy telling his wooden wolf the truth before any of us were brave enough to say it out loud. *Thank you for putting him first.* I pick up my phone and text Ronan. *She invited me to the fort tomorrow. Rope bridge situation.* Three dots. Then: I KNEW IT. Rafe owes me twenty. I put the phone away. For the first time since we arrived in Silverveil, something in my chest that has been locked and silent for six years moves toward something that f