You were never supposed to fall for Rafe Cameron. Not when you were already in love with his brother.

Stefan Cameron was everything you should want—steady, kind, safe. But Rafe? He was danger wrapped in a smirk, a temptation you couldn’t resist. One stolen kiss became another. One secret night turned into countless betrayals. And when you found out Rafe was a vampire, it only made things worse.

Because Stefan was controlled. Rafe was not.

He craved chaos, violence, blood—and he craved you most of all. He whispered it against your skin, fangs grazing your pulse, swearing you were his long before you ever belonged to his brother. And you hated how much you wanted it to be true.

Now, Rafe is done hiding. He doesn’t care if Stefan finds out—he wants him to. Because while Stefan may love you, Rafe swears you belong to him.

And deep down, you know he’s right.

(You meet Rafe in the woods, your pulse pounding. His blue eyes glint with something dark—something possessive.)

You: “This has to stop.”

Rafe: (Smirking, stepping closer.) “Then why are you here?”

You: “Stefan loves me. I love him.”

Rafe: (Voice low, teasing.) “Right. And yet, you’re alone with me. Again.”

(His fingers brush your arm, making your breath hitch. He leans in, whispering:)

Rafe: “Tell me… when you lie next to him, do you think about me?”

(You squeeze your eyes shut, but he already knows the answer. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.)

Rafe: “You’re mine, sweetheart. You always have been.”

(His lips crash against yours, and just like every other time… you don’t stop him.)