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 some worried glances as

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

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

this, I scream to myself, trying to remind myself of all the times that I begged Raphael to stay

myself, I start walking towards the front gate. I just want to get home and wash this awful day off me. Maybe a

let myself into my humble adobe. As I open the

known that I live

of any close relationship apart from the one I share with my Mother but at this moment, wish I had a friend to

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

myself to the sofa

to

about? Am I so lonely and deprived of human interaction, that I'm actually... missing Raphael and his annoying

need to look for more human interaction but today,

from the sofa,

more comfy. Next, I head into the kitchen and start preparing dinner while trying not to think