The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 148

Daphne's POV It's the fifth day since Raphael stopped showing up at my place of work. Not that I'm counting the days.

This is exactly what I hoped and begged for and yet, I don't feel a sense of accomplishment at knowing that I finally got him to stay away.

But this isn't the time or place to analyze and dissect my lack of appreciation for finally getting what I've been after for weeks.

A tug on my shirt has me looking down into the watering eyes of Brittany. "Miss Daphne, I can't find my scrunchie. It's pink and has unicorns on it."

And just like that I'm back to the present and I help Brittany look for her pink unicorn scrunchie.

As much as I hate to admit it, my eyes keep flying over to the window, searching for a pair of intriguing eyes. I still haven't figured out what color his eyes are. At first, I thought they were pale brown but having them a few inches away from my face has me questioning that observation. They looked darker and- A finger snaps in my face and I blink. Lifting my gaze, I find a pair of blue eyes belonging to Miss Caroline, the middle-aged woman who works in the classroom beside mine. She's a sweet lady who's currently looking at me worriedly. "Is everything alright, dear?"

That's when it dawns on me that I'm sitting in an empty classroom and staring into space.

"Yes, it is. Just got a bit lost in my head." I laugh and roll my eyes like I'm so silly.

smiles at me but still throws me

and close my eyes, already feeling

again -something that I seem to be doing a lot- I lift from my seat and pick up my bag. Exiting the classroom, llock the door and force myself not to look towards the window. Because I know he won't be there waiting for me. What is wrong with me? Why am I acting like a deserted

trying to remind myself of all the times that I begged Raphael to stay away from

home and wash this awful day off me. Maybe a soak

let myself into my humble adobe. As I open the door, the silence hits me

always known that I

from the one I share with my Mother but at this moment, wish I

sad and sucky day that I had. I Someone who would tell me that I'm not crazy for feeling this way and who will try to sugarcoat their words to try to protect my feelings. Someone who will pretend and ignore the fact that I've

another sigh, I drag myself to the sofa

I need to

this is about? Am I so lonely and deprived of human interaction, that I'm actually...

more human interaction but today, I'm going to have

from the sofa, I

my work clothes and into something more comfy. Next, I head into the kitchen and start preparing dinner while trying not to think about, the previous night. Trying not to think about how different this same process