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.

me but still throws me some worried glances as she

sight, I sigh and close my eyes, already feeling a headache

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 lovesick

this, I scream to myself, trying to remind myself of

the front gate. I just want to get home and wash

short distance to my house and let myself

always known

devoid of any close relationship apart from the one I share with

me that I'm not crazy for feeling this way and who will try to sugarcoat their words to try

drag myself to the

need to make

I so lonely and deprived of human interaction, that I'm actually... missing Raphael and

just sad and pathetic. I definitely need to look for more human interaction but today, I'm going

the sofa, I

change out of 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 was when Raphael was standing right beside me