The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 141

Daphne's POV It's just another day at school and I welcome the familiarity. Taking care of kids and playing with them are things that I can do effortlessly and flawlessly. It's second nature.

I'm a bit rusty when it comes to fending off a persistent stalker though. Thankfully, the aforementioned persistent stalker hasn't made his presence known, and- Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

As though summoned by my mere thoughts, Raphael peeps through the window and into my classroom, smiling widely when his gaze lands on me.

"Hey," he mouths, and I quickly whip my head away from the direction of the window and force myself to ignore him as I wait for John's Mom to pick him up.

She hardly ever comes this late but I think the pounding rainfall that started ten minutes ago probably has something to do with her lateness.

The rain is pounding against the roof of the building and I inwardly try to remember if I brought an umbrella with me. I don't want to wait in this school with Raphael for the rain to go down.

Heck, I'm contemplating running headfirst into the pouring rain if I actually forgot to carry along an umbrella.

I sigh in relief when I head over to my bag at the corner of the room and find my umbrella shoved deep inside. Thank the Moon Goddess for small mercies.

Five minutes later, John's Mom shows up to pick up her son. I'm walking out of the classroom door a few minutes later with my umbrella in o ne hand.

My heart does that fucking annoying thing that it does when Raphael is near. It's in between a heart attack and a heart flutter.

"Hey," he greets me and gives me a tiny wave with his other hand hidden behind his back. The hand that waved at me reaches for his nape and I swear his cheeks tint pink. "I got something for you."

a brow and hopefully appear

hidden behind his back comes out

combination of thousands of flowers, some of them unknown to me. Each flower is a different color and form. My brows draw together in confusion as I eye the hideous bouquet in his hand. It looks like a garden of flowers thrown upon

starts saying, "You said that you didn't like the previous flowers I got for you, so I

say, ignoring the way his face

my pace when I hear a set of fast-paced footsteps behind

absent and I try not to wonder if he threw it away in the trash. It's none of my business what he did with it. He could shred it

pouring rain?" He asks, his voice chippy like I didn't

wave my umbrella as

he responds, sounding a little

him. Getting to

force myself not to feel bad for him as I

the only way that I hear him over this

leave until the rain stops. No one forced him to show up to my place of work when he could have

guilty for leaving him there when I have an umbrella that is definitely wide enough to fit two grown

close my eyes, hating

when I'm just a few feet away from the gate, I start walking back to the school where

above.

head drops down when he hears me approaching. He arches a brow at me in question,

umbrella with me," I force out through my teeth and my breath catches in my throat as a blinding