The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 144

Raphael's POV I'm kissing her!

I'm fucking kissing Daphne and it's everything I imagined and more. So much more.

But it's cut short all too soon as Daphne pulls away with a gasp.

Her face is flushed and her lips are slightly parted as she stares at me with shock and something else that I can't pinpoint. I wait for the slap that I deserve but it doesn't come. She just keeps staring at me with a dazed look as she lifts a finger to her lips.

"I'm sorry for that." I wasn't, but I don't think that's what she wants to hear. "I'll leave now." I stand up from my seat and take off the towel I have around my waist, reaching for my clothes that are shrugged over the back of the chair. Daphne had put them in her dryer for them to dry -not that it will be of any use when I expect them to get wet as soon as I step out of this house.

I wear the jeans and zip them up then reach for my shirt.

"W-what are you doing?" Daphne asks.

I turn around to find her staring at me in confusion. She seems to be doing that a lot.

"I'm going to my pack," I reply, shrugging on my shirt and making my way to the door.

"Wait, she rushes her, a few seconds before her fingers close around my bicep. "It's still pouring outside. You don't have to leave.

Stay the night."

in this tiny house with her and not go crazy. I want to do so many things

I turn to face her. "Thank you for the offer but I'm going to have

Her fingers tighten around my arm and I try

in this house with you and not

touch you, but you don't want that and I can't spend the whole night

go of my arms and shoving

"You want me?"

her to go on a date with me and give me a chance, and she's asking if I want her. To think Alex and Caden

the hand she still has digging into my arm and she looks down like she didn't realize that she

and

let her reaction get to me. I should be used to her constant rejection

how she feels

me.

lesson because these tiny reactions still manage to knock the breath out of me and bring me to my knees. They hurt and

better than me. The bastard is growling and whining, not getting why we have to leave

again and I sigh, wondering what else she has to say. Is she going to tell me that, she wants me to stop coming to her place of work? Well, good luck with that because nothing can

take in a deep

"What-"

presses against my lips. My eyes bulge open and I find

the sight of me? Or have I finally lost my mind and started conjuring

more possible than believing that