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?

Daphne standing in front of me in her sleepwear. Her sleepy eyes hold confusion as she looks up

her eyes. At the rate I'm going, I'll be lucky if she doesn't start avoiding me because she thinks I have

an answer to her questions, I step closer to her, ignore the way her eyes

tasting every corner of it. Daphne relaxes into the kiss and her hands slide up my shoulder to curl around my neck.

slamming shut has Daphne pulling away from the kiss. "What's happening here?" She asks with furrowed brows, dark eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. "I'm taking what's mine."

spine. I'm so down bad for Daphne and I don't even have the urge to save myself. If this is what it feels like to be consumed with one person and lose sensible reasoning then

gladly let

With a groan, I grope her ass cheeks and press her

use that opportunity to slide my tongue

last time that I was in her house. I like the consistency. Without

thighs, I peel them apart and slide between her body,

fingers slide out

her hand to push me harder against her sex and I barely stop myself from laughing into the kiss

and I let

kiss, I trail my gaze all over her face, loving the flushed

flutter open, the pupils blown

her brows drawing

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 say. Her tongue slips