The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Raphael's POV I've tried to talk myself out of it but the stupid conversation I had with Alex has taken root in my head and has refused to get out.

The werewolves at the borders didn't ask any questions when they saw me approaching their pack at this ungodly hour. They just let me through without a word and I don't know if I should be grateful about the lack of hassle or worried about the lack of security. It's possible that they don't see me as a security risk but still, when someone shows up at your pack at one fucking am in the goddamn morning, some questions need to be asked.

Shaking my head, I push that thought away and focus on what made me pursue this insane quest.

Standing in front of the door that I've only seen once, I contemplate if this is a good idea. Daphne is probably sleeping like every other normal person is and she doesn't deserve to have her sleep interrupted when she has work tomorrow.

But thinking about going back to my cold, empty bed in the pack house has my knuckles lifting and giving the door a swift knock.

When I don't hear any sound from the other side of the door, I lift my knuckles again and give the door another knock.

Shuffling is heard from within and I wait with bated breath for the door to be answered.

"Who is it?" Comes Daphne's sleepy voice and guilt twists my gut.

"It's me," I answer, hoping that she recognizes my voice. For some reason, saying my name sounds... wrong?

and the door opens to reveal Daphne standing in front of me in her sleepwear. Her sleepy eyes hold confusion

see the unspoken questions in her eyes. At the rate I'm going, I'll be lucky

an answer to her questions, I step closer to her, ignore the way her eyes widen at my proximity,

her hands slide up my shoulder to curl around my neck. Walking backward with her in my arms, I push my way into her house and use my

away from the kiss. "What's happening here?" She asks with furrowed brows, dark eyes, flushed cheeks, and

my spine. I'm so down bad for Daphne and I don't even have the urge to

gladly let

down her back to her ass. With a groan, I grope her ass cheeks and press her front against mine so that she can feel the effect that she has

I use that opportunity to slide

on the last time that I was in her house. I like the consistency. Without breaking the kiss,

body, groaning when the tight front

slide out of

and I barely stop myself from

I let out

trail my gaze all over her face, loving the flushed look

open, the pupils blown out. "Why

her brows

lower my head back to hers and just brush my lips against hers, drawn by how soft they look. "If we cross this line, there's no going back," I whisper and pull away to hear what she has to