The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin Chapter 13. In the Middle of the Night

SKYLA.

I see its shadow loom in the tiny window, which is far too small for it to fit through. Heck, I just about managed to fit! Thank god I’m not blessed with Mama’s curves or my ass wouldn’t have fitted through that damn window and that snake would have had my ass for dinner. Can you just imagine me

walking around with my ass bitten off? I’ll probably be dead soon after.

Silently I climb into the bathtub, shuddering

at the thought. I can feel that chilling aura grow, and I can hear its breathing outside. Silently I place my hand over Malevolent’s mouth, steadying my breathing as I lie down in the bath, not wanting to be seen…

Go away…

I hear a distant, powerful growl that makes my heart soar. Is someone out there? I hear

a hiss before something huge slams into the side of the cottage, not once, but twice.

Fuck!

I flinch, praying the walls hold, and I’m about to run from the bathroom, but suddenly there’s silence.

Exhaling deeply, I wait for a few moments about to get up when I hear footsteps.

Human footsteps…

Control… I can feel my Lycan wanting to burst forward, but its anger won’t help. I can’t let anyone know what I am… I close my eyes before the footsteps fade away and I quietly sit up. Glancing towards the window, I slowly pad to the door and rush out to the main hall. Running to the front door, I quickly shut it, locking it.

I need to block up the back window. I run my fingers through my hair, letting out a shaky breath.

I stare down at myself. It’s so cold I can feel it in my bones, and I can see the wound that I had gotten when its fang had managed to scrape me is still bleeding. I frown, looking at the side of my breast that isn’t seeming to heel. That’s where it’s fang got me… 2

“Meow?” Malevolent watches me.

little minion, it’s just a scratch… and we can’t

me in a bloody cage made of gold or something.” I shiver,

cold?

my arm, nudging my ankles as

aid box. I’m exhausted. I drop onto the chair, opening the box with shaking hands. Hopefully, it’s not poison. I apply

a square bandage on the side of

a knock on the door,

be

and spray a good amount of perfume on top to get

Perfect.

door and pull it open keeping

there, all fake sleep vanishes.when they fly open staring sharply at none other than Royce, crouching on the step, holding my phone

He says, clearly as

far from his actual pack grounds, it’s still his

the mistake of looking him over the

I’ve seen a lot… defined abs, a sharp cut V,

familiar ache settles in my core and I find my gaze dipping to the front of those grey sweats that match

up just in

my breasts. I wonder

pierced nips… With just the thin green

away, scanning the grounds. What

you hear anything just now? There was something out here and I wasn’t too far… so I thought I’ll check it out.” He says, crossing his arms,

my head, taking my phone from him and placing it on the table beside the door.

I did hear some

I was fast asleep.” I

says, his eyes boring into me, and for a second, I wonder if

the truth.

“Yeah.”

and taking a

a little cottage. There’s nowhere anyone can hide. By any chance,

being stubborn, I might start to question why… Now let me come inside