The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 148

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 some worried glances as

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

pick up my bag. Exiting the classroom, llock the door and force myself not to look towards the window. Because I know he

to remind myself of all the times that

the front gate. I just want to get home and wash this awful day off me. Maybe a soak and a good movie is exactly

walk the short distance to my house and let myself into my humble adobe. As I open the door, the silence

always known that I

I share with my Mother

to about the 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

drag myself

to make some

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

need to look for more human interaction but

the sofa, I

trying not to think

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