The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Daphne's POV "You can come in," I say, stepping aside and letting the giant hunk of a man walk into my private sanctuary. I try not to think much about how Raphael is the first real guest I'm welcoming beside my Mom.

Thinking more about it just makes me realize how sad my life really is. Shaking those depressing thoughts out of my head, I turn my attention back to Raphael and almost swallow my tongue when I notice him standing in the middle of my living room sans his shirt.

A shirt h a s b e e n thrown over his shoulder a s h e r e a c h e s for the zipper on his jeans.

"W-what do you think you're doing?" I ask, holding out my palms in front of my face and hating how breathless my voice is. It sounds like l've just run a marathon when all I've done is watch a replica of Zeus strip down in my living room.

"Undressing." He states that it's a well-known social conduct to strip down in any house that you've been invited into. Sometimes, I forget how clueless he can be.

"Why are you stripping down in my house?" I rephrase. I know I was the one who welcomed him into my humble Adobe but I'm ready to throw him out into the rain if he doesn't pull his shirt back on. I will also let the door hit his ass on the way out.

"I'm going to need to let my clothes dry out," he states, throwing a confused look my way. "You can't really expect me to stay in these wet clothes for hours," he questions incredulously.

Actually, that was exactly what I expected and hoped for.

"You do know that just because werewolves have super strength and super healing, it doesn't mean that they're immortals," he says like he's speaking to a child. "Werewolves can fall ill too."

That sounded like a load of crap. I'm sure he isn't going to get a cold if he doesn't change out of the clothes that got drenched in the rain.

Though I can't exactly ask that of him. I have to be a good hostess and that includes making sure my guest gets themselves striped out of their wet clothing and dried.

I drop my hands and avoid looking towards his direction. "Wait here. I'm going to go look for something for you to change into," I rush out, bolting out of the living room before he can get another w o r d o u t .

I press my back against the door of my bedroom and take in deep breath while trying to get my breathing back in order.

What is it about Raphael that leaves me so disoriented? And how do I find a way to stop him from having that effect on me?

Finally getting my bearing back under control, I look around my room, trying to find anything that would fit the giant in my living room. My clothes were out of the question and the only other option I could think of was a towel.

I take a quick hot shower and take a clean towel off the rack then step out of my room.