All Chapters of The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SKYLA. Music blares from the car radio and I’m enjoying the wind that whips through my hair. I look at the satnav and resist a yawn, massaging the back of my neck. There is nothing more satisfying than realising you are free - free of the image you were morphed into, no longer hidden behind the shield your parents created for you. Freedom is what I saw when my pack territory disappeared in the rear vision mirror. No more watchful eyes, no more scared whispers to try to ignore. I can finally put what happened behind me, or so I hope. The past sometimes seems to latch onto me like a damn leech, coming back to haunt me. Coming back to serve as a reminder. One slip up, and I might not be as lucky as last time. I hate to think what would have happened if mama didn’t get there in time. If she hadn’t saved him… I might not be here right now. Less than an hour left now… it’s been a long drive from The Night Walkers Pack, home to me and my family. I wish that I didn’t have to resort to this

SKYLA. I lead the way to the kitchen. I kiss Malevolent and place her down on the table before I begin rummaging in the drawers. The quicker we find it, the quicker I can get rid of him. He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, and for a moment I get distracted by the way his arms flex. I quickly turn away and open the next drawer, relieved when I spot the box. I carry it to the table, and open it to take out two rolls of gauze. I quickly snip a long piece off and then begin cutting it down the middle for my poor little kitty. I then wrap her leg gently and she meows, not happy with it, but I hold her in place as she struggles, not letting me tie it. “Malevolent, behave.” I scold lightly. “Here, I’ll help.” He says and I allow him. His hands are already healed, and only a few extremely faint scratches remain. “So, what made you move out here at this time of year?” “What makes you say I moved out here recently?” I counter, mimicking his tone. Our eyes meet and he smirks, hi

ROYCE. I left. I don’t know, that just was not a conversation that I wanted to embarrass her with, by overhearing. Whatever was going on between her and her father was her business… but it did feel like I was stood up twice. The passing streetlights soon become sparse as I drive my Bentley up the winding hill towards home. I can’t get either woman out of my head. Lil Lucifer, as I like to call her, didn’t even send another message since her surprising last text that read; ‘I didn’t really want to meet anyway.’ My replies to her were ignored, although she came online several times after I sent those. Maybe she got cold feet, but she should have given me an explanation or voiced her concerns rather than just cancelling on me without even a heads up. Then there was Little Miss Green Eyes, sexy and sinful all at once, and now I kind of wish I had just fucked her first and played later. By the time I get out of my car and toss my keys to the valet, I’m even more aggravated than before.

My heart races in my chest. It’s only for a few seconds before his eyes look away and he continues to skim the classroom, but the fleeting recognition didn’t pass me, making his jaw clench. He turns his attention to the class like he didn’t have his fingers inside me the other night, or recognize me for that matter. “Everyone warm up, and then I’ll be pairing you off.” He says coldly, turning away and walking to the side. I’ve already warmed up, but I still do some stretches trying to collect my racing thoughts. Royce Arden… fuck why didn’t I recognise him? I mean, I haven’t seen him, but I’ve seen his father. Blond hair, and light eyes, he has his dad’s damn jaw too. Fuck! Way to start the school year Sky. In the last few minutes of us doing our stretches, I feel his aura, only it isn’t the dominant calm one from the other night. His aura is menacing and I glance over my shoulder to look at him, his arms are folded over his broad chest. A chest I’ve run my hands down, one I fel

ROYCE. Her fingertips slide under her bra and I know I need to leave. “What’s wrong? Struggling between your two heads?” She taunts in that seductive voice of hers, as soft, seductive and utterly sexy as the first time she spoke. “No.” I manage to reply, but I don’t think I sound convincing to even myself. I’m not expecting what she does next. She turns towards me, and at the same time, she pulls her bra off over her head and I find myself staring at her tits. Round, firm and perky, both nipples adorned with a little jewelled ring. I throb hard, knowing I’m now supporting a full-on hard-on. As humiliating as that is… there’s something about those dusky pink areolas and her flawless tanned skin that are keeping me mesmerised. She’s walking towards me in nothing but those red thongs and my mind is telling me I need to get out of here. With each swing of those curved hips, that tiny waist that glitters with another piercing, is messing me with. Yet, I’m unable to look away from tho