The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia)

Chapter 157

Raphael's POV We have been having this "friendship" for a few weeks now and staying over at Daphne's place has been some of the best moments of my weeks. After training the pack, I rush over to my pack and handle some things over there and then I'm immediately

back here to spend the night with Daphne.

It's a vicious cycle and it's one that I'm hoping isn't going to change any time soon.

Approaching Daphne's house, I smile when I see that the light inside is still on.

Knocking softly on the door, I step back and wait for her to answer it. The door opens to show her smiling face and I can literally feel all the stress of the day I just had wash away from my body.

"Hey," she greets, stepping to the side to allow me in.

I walk into the house and wait for her to close the door before I take her into my arms. She melts into my touch and lets out a tiny sigh as I give her the first kiss of the night.

Pulling away, I let my lips linger on hers for a few seconds before stepping back to give her some space.

"You were watching a movie?" I ask as my gaze falls on the TV. It's ten pm and I sort of expected her to already be asleep and not watching a movie.

Daphne walks over to the sofa and sinks into it. Then she pats the free space beside her. "Do you want to join me?" She asks.

Is that even a question? Do I want to join her and have the chance of cuddling her and eventually have the cuddling turn into something more? Heck yes. Sitting beside her on the couch, I pull her closer to me and throw my arm over her shoulders. She snuggles into my chest and drapes her leg over mine.

"Why don't you join them to train?" I ask, pushing away a piece of hair that has fallen over her face behind her ear.

I receive an 'Are you seriously asking me that' look along with an arched brow. "Take a wide guess," she suggests sarcastically.

"There's no need to be saucy," I reprimand and pinch the bridge of her nose to get back at home. It's funny how easily we have fallen into this dynamic. "Even though you don't have a wolf, you still need to be able to defend yourself."

She rolls her eyes, looking bratty. "If a rogue attack should happen, there's nothing that I'll be able to do that will stop me from getting killed."

It would be stupid to argue with that reasoning, but being able to defend oneself should be non-negotiable. She might not have the strength to fight and win a battle with a werewolf but if she has some fighting skills, she might be able to hold on long enough for someon e to help her out.

"I think you should still attend the training. At least, learn a few techniques or the basic skills." I play with a strand of her hair as I answer.

She shakes her head. "It would be useless and a waste of time."

If she doesn't want to go to the training ground then I'll bring the training ground to her.

Sighing, I move out from under Daphne and onto my feet. "Get up.

We're going to start your training right now." Who better than me to teach her how to fight? I mean, I'm basically doing the same for hundreds of people in this pack so I'm the perfect candidate.

Her brows draw together and she looks at me in disbelief and barely concealed amusement. "You can't be serious."

"Does it look like I'm joking?" What part of 'get your ass off that couch and start your training' sounds like a joke to her.

Finally, she gets off the couch, still looking doubtful but starts walking towards me.

When she gets to my front, she looks at me expectantly. "What now?"

Walking around her, I stay behind her and arrange her body into a fighting stance with her feet apart and her fingers clenched into fists. Satisfied with her posture, I move away from her and go back to her front. "Hit me," I order, standing in front of her and giving her a wide range of options to attack.

Her eyes widen but her chin sets determinedly. "Where?" She asks, eyeing my large frame.

"Wherever you wish," I answer. "At long as it's above the belt." I don't think that she would do that but it's better to just throw it out there. Besides, if she chooses to attack me below the belt, it's safe to say that

sayt

we're both going to be very

dissatisfied for the rest of the

evening.

Distracted with my wayward thoughts, I fail to notice when Daphne strikes and aims for the center of my stomach. At the last second, I move away and almost send her to the ground but my hand around her waist holds her upright.

She gets back her footing and blows out a puff of breath. "There, I did it. We've established that I'm terrible at that. Can go back to my seat now?" Her shoulders are slumped and she looks disappointed but tries to hide it behind her bratty attitude.

"Did you think that you were going to be able to hit me on the first try?" I scoff. "I wouldn't be one of the best warriors of my pack if it were that easy."

She looks like she's about ready to quit and throw herself onto the sofa.

"Try again," I urge, stepping close to her and taking my stance again.

The disappointment in her eyes fades away and her chin tips up as she goes into a fighting stance without any word from me.

That's my girl.