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."

fingers on my arm burn through my skin, branding the feel of her touch into my very soul. I can't stay here in this tiny house with her and not go crazy. I want to do so many things to

to face her. "Thank you for the

fingers tighten around my arm and I try not to read into

in this house with you and not

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

why wasn't she letting go of my arms and shoving me out of

"You want me?"

for days now, begging her to go on a date with me and give me a chance, and she's asking

you should probably let me go now." I nod at the hand she still has digging into my arm and she looks down like she didn't realize that she had been touching me all this

flinches and quickly draws

and I try not to let her reaction get to me. I should be used to her constant rejection and not feel like

how

me.

reactions still manage to knock the breath out of me and bring me to my knees. They hurt and I don't think a time will come when they'll

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

she wants me to stop coming

in a deep

"What-"

words get cut off when something soft presses against my lips. My eyes bulge open and I find Daphne pressed against me with her

hell?! Did I stumble into an alternate universe where Daphne isn't disgusted by the sight of me? Or have

those two options seem more possible