The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia)

Chapter 154

Raphael's POV I hate the person that I've become.

Last night, I left Daphne's home after making sure that I've thoroughly reminded her about who she belongs to. This morning, she was in a rush like usual and we didn't have the long overdue conversation.

So, I just finished the border checks with Alex, and guess what I'm doing right now? I'm running over to Alessia's pack like a fool led by his dick.

I didn't make any mention of coming over today neither did I get any invitation that suggested that I should but somehow, I find myself being pulled towards Daphne. After spending two nights with her in my arms, spending the night alone seems like a faith worse than death.

Hence why I'm outside my borders and running towards Daphne's.

After bypassing the guards at the borders -a task that is still suspiciously too easy, I stand in front of Daphne's house and give the door a sharp knock.

The door flies open a second later and I stare at a fully awake Daphne.

"You weren't asleep?" I ask in surprise. It was around eleven pm when I left my pack and I definitely expected her to already be in bed but my greediness didn't give one fuck about that.

She shakes her head and opens the door wider for me to pass through. "I couldn't fall asleep so I decided to watch a movie."

Stepping into the house, my gaze goes over to the TV that's playing a movie. Would it be conceited to go on a limb and assume that I'm the reason why she's still up by this time? Maybe she was waiting up for me.

The smile that she gives me doesn't help make me less delusional. Her face actually brightens up and her eyes twinkle.

Yep, I'm definitely going to take due credit for that reaction.

"I didn't think that you were going to show up," she murmurs.

"There is nothing that could have kept me away," I whisper, stepping closer to her, and requiring her to tip her head back to meet my gaze. I see my chance and I take it. Lowering my head, I press my lips against hers for what was meant to be a chaste kiss but Daphne snakes her arms around my neck and the thoughts of slowing things down fly out the window alongside my self-control.

I come back to my senses after a thorough make-out session with Daphne that leaves us gasping for air.

I press my forehead against hers. "That's not why I came here."

Kissing her until we both can't feel our lips is definitely among the reasons for me showing up, but it isn't the most pressing issue here. "I think we need to talk," I start, bracing myself for the conversation ahead. Daphne nods.

"First, we should probably put a name on what this is." I'm still holding my breath in the hope that Daphne will decide to have a relationship with me but I'm not that dumb or delusional. "What are we?" I ask, leaving the ball in her court. "Friends?" She questions.

Really? Friends?

I don't know of many friends that swap saliva and bodily fluid daily but I'm going to go with whatever she wants. I should probably ask for an explanation about what type of friendship we share but I don't really care about the answer she'll give me. Well, I guess I've formed a friendship with Daphne that sometimes includes a few kisses and touches.

Speaking of kisses and touches, now that the conversation is over, I can definitely go on to other tasks I have in mind. Lowering my head to Daphne's, I aim for her lips but she turns her head at the last moment and my lips graze her cheek instead.

"I think we should have some rules on hand, Daphne suggests, looking at me like she's expecting me to shoot the idea down. "Sure." I nod. "Go ahead." We are going to go at Daphne's pace and I'm ready to agree with whatever she suggests. "First, us doing this doesn't mean that I'm agreeing to be in a relationship with you. I don't want you to get disappointed." Ouch. I saw that coming but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

I force a smile that I'm not feeling

onto my face know. I got the

memo the first time," I joke, trying to lighten the mood and hoping that she isn't hearing the sound of my shattering heart. Cupping her cheeks I lower my head to hers and gaze into her eyes. "I know that it's just physical and I'm not expecting anything from you." Lie.

Though I'm proud that I was able to keep a straight face while I spewed that nonsense.

Daphne seems to believe my words because she gives me a soft smile and leans into my touch.

How does she expect me to not want more from her when she feels so right in my arms?

"Is there any other rule I should know about?" I ask impatiently, ready to be done with this conversation.

"If either of us gets tired of this arrangement, we're free to end it whenever we choose without it resulting in an argument."

My heart sinks into my stomach. I know that I'm never going to be the one to attempt to put a stop to this. That means that if anyone decides to put that last rule into action, it's going to be Daphne.

Does she already have plans to put a stop to this? Is that why she mentioned that last rule?

"Are you not ok with it?" Daphne asks, taking my silence as unwillingness to agree with her rules.

Snapping myself back into reality and out of my head, I force another fake smile onto my face. "I'm ok with it." Another lie.

Alex's brilliant idea better fucking works because I'm putting all my cards into it. I need to force my way into her heart before she decides to put an end to whatever this is.