The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Daphne's POV Our eyes clash, blue against brown.

My heart stills and my pulse quickens. The stranger draws a reaction out of me that leaves me blindsided. Also, I feel like | know him from somewhere.

My brows furrow in confusion as the man standing beside Henry watches me with an inscrutable look in his eyes. Shaking my head, I look away from him and focus my attention on the children crowding me.

"Miss Daphne," Rina calls out with a pout. "You didn't give me a cupcake." She stretches out her hands to show me her empty palms.

"I'm sorry, dear," I apologize and reach into the basket beside me to pull out a cupcake which I place in her opened palm.

She gives me a toothless smile and digs into the cupcake, getting some of the icing on her cheeks.

I smile and stand to my full height from the squatting position I've been in. "I need to leave," I inform the kids who break out into various forms of whining.

One of them even goes as far as to hang onto my leg.

Rolling my eyes at them, I remove the little hands wrapped around my legs and reach down the pick up my baskets.

"You guys will see me in class on Monday," I remind them and I'm m e t with m o r e whining.

Shaking my head, I sidestep them and start heading for the pack house where Henry is still standing outside. The man that was with him is nowhere to be seen though.

I shove down the irrational disappointment that settles in my chest.

"Hey," I greet. "I brought over some cupcakes for the pack members." I stretch out the baskets in my hands and he receives them with a gentle smile.

"Thank you. I was wondering when you would show up." He pushes the door open with his foot and ushers me in.

I follow behind him, pushing away the voice in my head that keeps telling me that I don't believe here. I may not have a wolf but this pack is still my family. And I might have moved out as soon as I got a paying job but that doesn't mean that I'm no longer welcomed here. I need to find a way to push those negative thoughts out of my head before I end up driving away the few persons I have left.

Henry leads me into the kitchen and places the baskets on the counter where Luke, a kid in the seventh grade, snatches a cupcake right out of one of the baskets.

"Thank you, Miss Daphne," he says with his mouth full and runs out of the kitchen with his prize. He's definitely going to go tell the other kids that the cupcakes have arrived.