The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 135

Raphael's POV The next morning, I'm back in the woods and on my way to my mate's pack. It's surreal when I think about it as that.

Henry is walking for me at the pack's front door just like the previous day. We head to the training grounds together and I immediately notice the drastic change from the crowd of yesterday.

Did I actually succeed in scaring them off? Damn. I thought they would last longer.

"The teenagers are at school," Henry supplies, probably making out the confused expression on my face. "Sadly, they will only be able to join us on the weekends."

I nod in understanding and walk to the middle of the room to begin another day of training * A few excruciatingly painful hours later, we call it a day and I watch as they limp and drag themselves to the pack house.

"Hey," I call out, grabbing his attention. He turns around and wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of his palm.

His brows knit in question as I get closer to him.

"So." I draw out, suddenly feeling like an idiot as I stand awkwardly in front of him.

I get an arched eyebrow and more confusion from him.

I force my lips to part as I push the next words out, "where does the teenager school at?" I hold in a curse once the words are out in the air. Someone should really think of inventing a time machine. It will be a money maker and I'll be their trusted user because I sure as hell say a lot of stupid shit I wish I could take back.

snaps up in surprise. "Head north and ask around for directions if you get lost. You can't really miss it though." He turns on his heel and walks out of the room, leaving me gaping at his retreating figure like an idiot. No questions? No suspicions? No chasing me out of

question why I needed that information? Not to mention that he handed the answer to me on a silver platter. Oh well. I'm not about to look a gift horse in

as he said, it's hard to miss the blue and

that the bigger one houses the teenagers while the smaller one is for the

She doesn't seem like the kind of person who would want to be surrounded by

deep breath,

building, wondering

able to get in

I tell him that I need to woo my mate. Nah, that isn't going to work on someone whos e e ms to have a permanent

face.

Just as I'm about to say fuck it and head over to the security guard, a loud bell rings, and

towards the smaller building. I blend in with the crowd and breathe out a sigh of relief when I pass through the gates

their parents' outstretched arms. That path leads

recent bane of my existence.

as I stare

hair cascades over her shoulders, and her bottom lip is between her teeth

on the

her.

afraid to reach for because I'm scared she might

from behind me, pulling me out