The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 142

Daphne's POV "You can come in," I say, stepping aside and letting the giant hunk of a man walk into my private sanctuary. I try not to think much about how Raphael is the first real guest I'm welcoming beside my Mom.

Thinking more about it just makes me realize how sad my life really is. Shaking those depressing thoughts out of my head, I turn my attention back to Raphael and almost swallow my tongue when I notice him standing in the middle of my living room sans his shirt. A shirt has been thrown over his shoulder as he reaches for the zipper on his jeans.

"W-what do you think you're doing?" I ask, holding out my palms in front of my face and hating how breathless my voice is. It sounds like I've just run a marathon when all I've done is watch a replica of Zeus strip down in my living room.

"Undressing." He states that it's a well-known social conduct to strip down in any house that you've been invited into. Sometimes, I forget how clueless he can be.

"Why are you stripping down in my house?" I rephrase. I know I was the one who welcomed him into my humble Adobe but I'm ready to throw him out into the rain if he doesn't pull his shirt back on. I will also let the door hit his ass on the way out.

"I'm going to need to let my clothes dry out," he states, throwing a confused look my way. "You can't really expect me to stay in these wet clothes for hours," he questions incredulously.

Actually, that was exactly what I expected and hoped for.

"You do know that just because werewolves have super strength and super healing, it doesn't mean that they're immortals," he says like he's speaking to a child. "Werewolves can fall ill too."

That sounded like a load of crap. I'm sure he isn't going to get a cold if he doesn't change out of the clothes that got drenched in the rain.

Though I can't exactly ask that of him. I have to be a good hostess and that includes making sure my guest gets themselves striped out of their wet clothing and dried.

to go look for something for you to change into," I

of my bedroom and take in deep breath while trying to get my breathing back

disoriented? And how do I find a way to stop him

giant in my living room. My clothes were out of the question and the only other option I could think of was a towel. I take

I expected to see when I got back, but it wasn't to find Raphael in only his brief with my

like that, my whole pep talk upstairs becomes

the towel into his hard chest. this," I bite out. "I don't have anything

smiles down

towel

around and drops the remote on

to stare at his ass

tiny brief. Keyword: try.

my gaze to the uninteresting movie playing out on the television when he turns around. If he caught me staring, he doesn't say anything about it. He unfolds the towel I gave to

does nothing to hide how insanely hot he is but I have to admit that

and picks

go make dinner." That will

allergic to?" The man annoys the hell out of me but that

goddamn smile that always manages

reply,

start bringing out